‘Twas 4 nights before Christmas…

A Message of Mean from Meghan

‘Twas 4 nights before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…

Except for the cat, that had pooped in the tub.

Papa was at work keeping the city safe, while mama awoke to a foot in her face.  Upon opening her eyes she was filled with dread, her left eye was sealed shut like crusty old bread.  It must be conjunctivitis one of the children wanted to spread.  She rubbed and rubbed and did what she must, just as the baby began to fuss.  Out of the warm covers she went, a diaper, a bottle and back to bed.

Just as she settled with an exhausted sigh, she heard brakes squealing, as a car passed the house by.  She tore open the shutters and what to her wondering crusted eye did appear, a white grand prix sliding wildly for all to hear.  It slid and swerved and spun, right into the guard rail and then it…

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