A
timeless
story we all know:
The slippery slope is
worth its weight of ice in your
boots. You ignore the frozen claw
that used to be your hand. Your pants
have won the award for the fastest sponge,
and your nose would put Rudolph to shame.
But your feet keep trudging up the hill so you
can fly down and climb up again. Even though
the setting sun is painting everything red, and your
mom has called you in for the umpteenth time, you're
willing to risk it all for just -- One Last Run Before Dinner!

Happy Music and Art, Cinder LeDella.