Merry Christmas!
Dashing through the snow,
On a pair of broken skis,
O'er the hills we go,
Crashing into trees!
The snow is turning red,
Same color as your head,
You collapse on a frozen lake,
Oh dear I think you're dead!
-people glare at you- What? That's how he died...
I told him a million times not to exaggerate
Umm, why does this cake tastes so dry?