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I like this song, I honestly do, it's the only other decent song in "The Secret Garden", in my opinion (though not as good as Winter's on the Wing), but I really wish that little girl wouldn't talk. It really ruins it for me. It makes me feel all pukey. Honest, I need to be able to edit MP3's so I can cut out all that "Oh Dickon, I want it all to be wick!" bullshit.

(Dickon cocks an eyebrow at little sour Tavie.
"Why are you in such a bad temper?"
Little sour Tavie sulks.
"Christmas is dead, Dickon. The trees are all gone and no one cares and I don't think it's going to be fun ever again."
Dickon tilts his head, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Now, did ye take a real close look at anythin'? Tavie, the strongest hol'days will fair thrive on bein' neglected, if the eggnog is spiked enough."
"Spiked? I've heard Ben say 'spiked'."
"When a thing is spiked, it has some rum... or brandy.... around it....")

Wow, that won't be funny to anyone but me, and perhaps Steve (but I flatter myself.)

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, shut that kid up.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:11 PM | shower me with attention