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    “Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”

    Blah, blah. Blah, blah. Boring, super boring. Everybody knows the 1823 Moore version, but who knows the 1963 Morris version??

    My daddy always loved poetry and music so when he gave me these words at Christmas my senior year in high school, I wasn’t surprised. I don’t remember if he mentioned they were part of the lyrics from a song called A Letter from Santa written by Mickey Maguire (more remembered for Christmas classic I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus). I do remember I laughed out loud. I probably also couldn’t believe my dad had actually written the word “ass” in something he gave me – my parents refused to use what they considered to be vulgar language; I’m sure “ass” was a hard no. Maybe this rite of passage made it funnier to me.

    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

    Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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    For the grown-ups.

  • twas the week before Christmas…

    twas the week before Christmas…


    and all through the house just one creature was stirring, for sure not a mouse.

    The colorful papers were wrapped into shape by Pretty whose hands never made a mistake.

    Her gifts were bought with the greatest of care throughout the year from here, there and everywhere

    But now came the question that brought such a fright amidst wrapping papers in the morn’s early light:

    What on earth did I do with all of those gifts for 2022?

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    Meanwhile, I offer support without stirring in front of the fire but cheering on Pretty whose care I admire.

    Ok. That’s enough. Somebody stop me. The Grinch in me is done.

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    Pretty has always been the heart of our holidays.

    Pretty at Christmas on Canterbury in 2012

    Slava Ukraini. For the children.