There once was a holiday goblin named Max. Max had bulging green eyes and a little tuft of hair that popped straight up from the center of his head. Though rather ghoulish by site, Max had a sweet heart and made a point to spread seasonal cheer wherever he went.

Every all hallow’s eve, Max would leave a small cup of spoiled milk near the back door of grandma’s house. Max loved spoiled milk, so much like a family cat that drags in tiny dead creatures as offerings of love, we took the old milk as a sign of Max’s affection, and we always left a thank you note in return.

Max is my favorite.

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