If I get the impulse to write, it's usually about pool and it's posted on my pool blog.

 
A Christmas Tree

So, the
daughter goes
down to the swamp
and, speaking in simple
language that the trolls can
understand, describes the lengths
she had gone to in order to avoid meeting
with her parents when they had traveled north to
see her. The trolls, rolling on the floor laughing, think
this is hilarious. Years later, when the old lady, queen of the
swamp, kicks the bucket, the lowly trolls can't understand why
the butts of their joke and victims of their many deceptions don't
give a rat's
ass. What a
bunch of
friggin'
degenerates!

Fa la-la-la-la la-la la la!

 
(our many thanks to K.A. for relaying this story to us)