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Originally Posted by Taltarzac725
... Tal. I never thought an A Hi An could talk like that! Maybe, I should take a trip to A Hi O so that I can pick up this lingo. No so fast, said, P, who then started....
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.....toward the stove to prepare herself a hot cup of cider before settling down for a quiet joyful Christmas Eve.
But suddenly in the middle of the night she heard such a clatter that she flew out of bed and over to the window to see what was the matter. And much to her surprise, what did she see? Two eager burglars and a rusty get away car. What did you expect she'd see... Santa Clause?
Anyway, she flew like a flash to phone the police. Half way there she tripped on her cat Clarisse. Picked herself up but started to sneeze. Grabbed some tissues to clear her nose, but suddenly something started to tickle her toes. And when she looked down, what did she see? Frantic old Santa making a plea. "Hide me P hide me, as quickly as can be, those burglars are elves and their looking for me." But P had no mercy for dear old Kris Kringle, for she knew he had to return quickly north by jingly-jingle. For the toys were were not done, but must be by two, if delivery is to be made to all and be through! And if he is late, what will parents do, when the kids wake up, all crying and blue!
So Santa got back and finished his chores, with P back in bed commencing her snores! Come early next morn, with P finally up, she started the coffee and let out the pup. Had a cup and got dressed all ready to go, to...........
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Getting up off the floor is another story.
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