Friday, December 11, 2009

Sleeping In

















'Twas the night before Chistmas,

when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring,

not even a mouse.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixon!

On, Comet! on Cupid!, on Donder and Blitzen!


12 degrees this morning with a strong wind. The whole neighborhood went back to bed!

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