optimisticzoomer
Salutations my children
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It was the night before Christmas, and the town crier spotted a figure peering down the chimney on the house across the street. The children were playing in the room below. Wasn't it too early for Santa?
The town crier got his binoculars to get a better look, and made out a man dressed as Santa, but the pants pulled down to the knees.
"There's a fiddler on the roof!" he cried. Startled, the man on the roof lost his balance, and tumbled down as his pulled-down trousers limited his mobility. The neighbours were exiting their houses to investigate the commotion as the man fell to the floor. No one seemed to recognise the man, until one elderly gentleman spoke up. He identified the culprit as @Vermilioncore, who had been living in the neighbourhood for the past 20 years, but rarely left the house and was unknown to the majority of residents.
The town crier got his binoculars to get a better look, and made out a man dressed as Santa, but the pants pulled down to the knees.
"There's a fiddler on the roof!" he cried. Startled, the man on the roof lost his balance, and tumbled down as his pulled-down trousers limited his mobility. The neighbours were exiting their houses to investigate the commotion as the man fell to the floor. No one seemed to recognise the man, until one elderly gentleman spoke up. He identified the culprit as @Vermilioncore, who had been living in the neighbourhood for the past 20 years, but rarely left the house and was unknown to the majority of residents.
