'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring... except of course a middle aged Gibbering fool with a few too man amber ale's in his gullet
The stocking were hung on the white board clamped to the mantle of the gas fireplace in an effort that started out as a precise science but ended in a swear-fest hack job extreme... and St. Robertson stuffed the felt stockings with pharmaceuticals for the various age groups from teething medicine to metameucil.
It would be a fine trick to get down out chimney and pop out of our fireplace... which reminds me of one of the problems i had with my childhood. we had a furnace and no fireplace and i always wondered how Santa could do it. for that matter i always wondered why Jack and Jill went up the hill to the well when the well should be in the low ground closer to the water table. Come to think of it how was a child of the 70's growing up in toronto suppose to relate to a nimble Jack who can jump over a candlestick.. like i mean we never had candlesticks... as far as i was told they were fire hazards... I had a fluorescent light if i wanted to read.
Anyhow, her i am a man in a house with 3 kids on christmas eve and i am the one awake.
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