HOLIDAY VILLAGE FESTIVE DESSERT BUFFET (+ Polyphonic Prose)

There was a theme holiday village, all very Christmassy, except for those parts of greasy activity. The owner, Holly Piccoli, thought all folks should be much more roly-poly. Visitors often ate as much as they could… not to be misunderstood, much more than anyone should. With dozens of cookies, but all tasting like wood, much of their treats were truly no-good. Twice backed biscotti, runny with too much butter, while still in the oven it spattered and sputtered. Too many chocolates and candies, not just a few, some too chewy and others just like glue. Carts filled with cakes, donuts, pies, and tarts… but nothing resembling the culinary arts. The desserts weren’t fluffy or filled with yummy fruit cream. They were tasteless, hardly edible, and as it would seem, each one was packed with lots of shortening. Their puddings had no crème, but were called creamy supreme extreme. Don't get me wrong, I’ve got nothing against treats, but these were all the worst of any Christmas eats.