17: Old Poem Made Weird
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Because everyone traveled by car or by air.
With kicking kids asking, “How soon till we’re there?”
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Because everyone traveled by car or by air.
With kicking kids asking, “How soon till we’re there?”