Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
"No...no...no!" ;-)
ReplyDeleteAck!
ReplyDeleteIt happens when the years go by.
ReplyDeleteewwwwww! (and so relieved that the post title only referred to a holiday cartoon. LOL)
ReplyDeleteHaha. That's a crappy cartoon. :D
ReplyDeleteSTOPPPPP!
ReplyDeleteSanta's life is not an easy one.
ReplyDeleteYIKES. I'd hate to be next on his list to visit.
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteMuch help the reindeer were! They didn't care if they steered him in the wrong direction! :)
ReplyDeleteThat would be the year everyone got what they weren't expecting?
ReplyDeleteWhere was Rudolph and his nose-so-bright?
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