Indeed! Santa's reindeer must be awful slow after all that eggnog I suppose they consume in your neighbourhood. 
I return to my chrysalis with wayward regularity, only to find I have to shed most everything to squeeze back in. That's what my shocking memory is for. There is no yesterday, only tomorrow.
You're such a sweet caterpillar. I shall knit you a lovely pink sweater with little red apples on it. *pats*

I return to my chrysalis with wayward regularity, only to find I have to shed most everything to squeeze back in. That's what my shocking memory is for. There is no yesterday, only tomorrow.
You're such a sweet caterpillar. I shall knit you a lovely pink sweater with little red apples on it. *pats*