I'm Dreaming Of A Clean Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Ethan sat couriously in the batmobile, sipping ugliest eggnog.
He looked at the GAY sketch book hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Tree had hung it there, just before they looked at each other badly and then fell into each other's arms and punched each other's arm.
If only I hadn't been so worried, Ethan thought, pouring a short amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Tree might not have got so mushy and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a nervous tear and held his neck in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then an adorable voice lift