Well, I did it.

I made myself a welcome basket.

(You do realize this is more than a tab bit ridiculous to make yourself a welcome basket. And I'm even going to go so far as to say it's kinda pathetic.)

Well, if I'm arranging a self-made retreat, who else is going to do it?

(What the heck is Father Christmas doing in there?)

There was an empty space.

(You couldn't put a nice donut instead?)

I wish.

But once I got finished with it, I realized that I have all four seasons represented. It was totally unconscious.

(What's summer?)

The peppermints.

(That's a stretch.)

I know. Sometimes you have to stretch metaphors.

(But who gave you permission to torture one?)

I don't NEED permission. It's called creative license. Perhaps you've heard of it.

(Of course I have. I issue them.)

Oh dear. I think this conversation is over.

(It's not over until I s