Not a creature was stirring. Not even a Scrunch.
The stockings we hung by the chimney with care, with lots of little morsels left to munch.
And what did my bloodshot eyes did see?
Relatives there by the bunch.
With loot stacked by the mile next to the tree.
With piles like that we wont finish the celebrating till tomorrow at three.
Not bad, eh?
3 comments:
Merry Christmas to all you Castaic Partiers!! P.S. Love all the matching pj's:). I imagine Grami had something to do with that.
Merry Christmas!! WII love that too! Now our kids can rock out, be olympic champions and dance their feet off. FUN FUN FUN
Actually, it turns out that matching p.j.s is a genetic trait. :)
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