’twas the night before Christmasand all through the house,not a creature was stirring, except all three of my kidsbecause they were too excited,thoughts of presents dancingin their sweet, little skulls…and my husband was up, too, eating up the Ghirardelli chocolate I’d bought for the mail carrier– oops, I guess she’ll be getting some of theseContinue reading “Waiting on St. Nick”
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