Forty First Song
[For once, this is a written entry. Lorne is thinking things over]
Winter wonderland - Fake snow would be a slipping hazard. Don't want any broken legs.
Traditional - There's no way I can stoop to that level of un-trendy until I'm seventy.
They really like the reindeer - No. Just...no.
[A thoughtful hum, then the entry is dictated]
I'm seeing silver. And coils. Maybe a dab of gold. Watch this space, folks. I'm working on it.
Winter wonderland - Fake snow would be a slipping hazard. Don't want any broken legs.
Traditional - There's no way I can stoop to that level of un-trendy until I'm seventy.
They really like the reindeer - No. Just...no.
[A thoughtful hum, then the entry is dictated]
I'm seeing silver. And coils. Maybe a dab of gold. Watch this space, folks. I'm working on it.