What if the first three houses had rum cake instead of cookies and Santa got sloshed and just talked and talked at the 4th house?
OK, so it’s like the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house, the only thing stirring is reruns on television and my fingers on the keyboard and mouse.
My parents are all snug in their beds and I’m wide awake on the couch cause I ate too much bread.
Snow has fallen and it’s zero degrees, I forgot about runny noses and the bite of the cold winter’s breeze.
But all is well and there will be good cheer, I just saw It’s A Wonderful Life and again shed a tear.
So a wish for you all on this eve of the eve, may the big man in red have some real magic up his sleeve.