Palms had played the piece so many times, yet they had never questioned the purpose. Now, they were ponderating if keys in tune deserved more than a perfect play of both message and massage—if, perhaps, discords and dis-chords, themselves, were essential to establishing harmonies, especially those hewing habituation to the benefit of creativity. ; )

Wailing Yule attitude from tree to twinklingly tinselled tree,

Spirits illuminate to tune of carolling chickadee.

Paleolatitude proves power of what one cannot see—

Whilst pale compared to shifts in sing-string’s heart-shaking melody. ; )

As royal companions of the wintry wonderland set forth on their frolics hunt, feorm-fultum is relayed to one as bacon bits from its snow queen’s jacket front. ; )

Tired of terribles, rested as a recipe.

Sick of scandals, opted for orvietan.

Weary of wrongs, sought sunlight.

Habituated to hate, cleansed away callousness.

Marked by mulligrubs, joined joyful jog. ; )

Candy’s pair of cursive els left the mitten smitten by such a charming hookup. Could, though, glove love find its own smooth sailing? Perhaps, via a parrel’s parallel: minting a mast of twisted love? ; )