All of the action captured in a single play.
To begin with, the women in my gene pool aren’t exactly what you’d call “night owls.” AuntJ looked like she’d just spent a month with colicky infants when we met at the airport – at the midnight witching hour of 10 p.m. (Granted, that is my bedtime too.) Continue reading
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house
the only creature left stirring was me with my mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The muppets were nestled all snug in their cribs,
While I came up with these clever ad-libs.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”