This year, I’m going to get me a purple cow.
Maybe even a purple, sparkly cow.
With stars instead of spots.
I’ve got a thing for sparkles, and stars.
A hangover from my days as a go-go dancer maybe.
Or maybe it’s just because of the way light refracts in sparkles- dancing and glimmering and shining.
As for stars… who doesn’t have a thing for stars?
They’ve always been the portent of something great.
Like the birth of Jesus Christ.