|It's the little things...|
Harbingers of GreedOnce upon a winter of old, there were born several spirits up out of the cold.Harbingers of Greed by ~TrueDragon13
One early morning we were unlucky to find that not all stories are made for bedtime
We had heard of the nice—those of good cheer, but others existed like anger and fear.
High on eggnog, wassail, and mead, we watched the black Friday harbingers of greed—
They came one by one to bring news of our fall. Spirits of sinfulness, they're three in all.
First there was gluttony, the gnawing kind. The need to devour all it could find.
It swept up the gravy, the stuffing, the goose—food was the bait and drink was its noose.
Next slithered sloth, its shoulders all slouc