Christmas with IcyGamma
Gather around children, it is time for a story... Christmas, Christmas with IcyGamma.
It was the eve of Christmas, and throughout the house, not a creature was stirring, except for IcyGamma because he's a ridiculous stufftard.
Dreams of Saint Nick and IcyGamma's third knee sat in our heads, dancing around like apple fritters inside my grandmother's fat, old stomach. It was the eve.
Who was IcyGamma anyways?" The children asked, sitting on the knee of him himself. None of them cared so much, they just wanted to know who the forget he was and why they were on his knee.
"Oh children... let me tell you a story."
(Continue this.)
