‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house Every creature was stirring, except the dog, that louse. The stockings were hung with just enough flair, And I suddenly realized – “Crap, what am I going to put in there?” The children were wrestled then put into their beds, While visions of hatchimals danced in their heads. And I in my yoga pants and dad in his cap, Had just begun working – SO MANY PRESENTS TO WRAP. When outside the door there… Read more »
