Yuula & The John Claus

We tried to get her to smile. This is the best we could hope for. His name was John. Laura liked him. I think he was a 7.895. He could've been jollier. And the beard was a tad musty.

She asked him for a smaller flower.

And so starts a lifetime obsession with a robust iconic figure, rendering ecstatic joy and excitement for most of her childhood, cause for confusion come her years of forward thinking, only followed by a welcome return to love and affection.

Merry Christmas Yuula.