Christmas Eve BoFN Post

This time around, my every-four-weeks Tuesday stint at BoFN falls on Christmas Eve. Please check it out! The critics haven’t read it yet, but that hasn’t stopped them from weighing in (with a little, uh, pre-arranged pecuniary inducement):

“. . . a rollicking and rambunctious Christmas ramble . . .”

“. . . terrific fun . . .”

“. . . a deeply affecting tale of personal transformation and redemption . . .”

“. . . these note perfect tropes and rhymes pay the ultimate homage to the Doctor’s immortal children’s classic . . .”

“. . . awkward, embarassing, painfully off-key . . .”

“. . . some projects should never have been attempted, others should never have been conceived, and Mr. Whuh Diddy Fay’s latest falls regretfully into the latter category . . .”

[Edit: Whoa. As for you last two “critics,” hey, sorry if those checks bounce! Due diligence is a two way street, dudes.]