"Christmas has a strange air, this year." Wondered the echidna aloud. "A mix of happiness, and sorrow... A strange stew , prepared with love, filled with passion, heated by anger , with a few tears added to the mix." "There is a bit of mines, a bit of others... A bit of yours maybe , if you can still cry..." But one thing would not change. "I still miss you." It was a strange show one would see. Such an unusual sight that was the echidna's private life.
















