Ponderings

I really should go.
But, to be honest, the cradle is much too cosy, filled with white down.

On the other hand, being late is not an option. Not for people of my kind.
Still, I cannot bring myself as far as to ... getting up.

I know, I know! I don't really need to go. I will be ... translated.
Aww! Just taken from the comfort and pushed into the cold night.
Onto Earth.

Well, I guess I should better get up by myself. Some hygiene, brushing my beautiful pair.

After all, there need to be ANGELS for Christmas.