The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

The Dark Side of Christmas

 


"You are afraid of dying. But, come now, how is this life of yours anything but death?" (Seneca, Moral Letters, 77.18)


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