DAY 8 - In Middle Of A Silent Night
Twas the night, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Twas the night, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
At least no one had to be Rudolph
Try not being naughty this year sweetheart
Star of the East, thou hope of the soul
While round us here the dark billows roll
Lead us from sin to glory afar
Thou star of the East, thou sweet Bethlehem’s star
How much eggnog need an spirit older than dirt to get drunk?
"It’s cake," Pitch whined softly around a mouthful of crumbly disappointment, "It’s supposed to taste good."
Sandy poked at his slice unhappily. “It tastes like those candies Nana has that all stick together.”
"Let’s throw them out." Pitch looked around for a wastebasket, but Sandy shook his head.
"No, Pitch!" he whispered, eyes wide. "Santa will know we didn’t eat them and we’ll go on his naughty list!"
Pitch nodded somberly at Sandy’s reasoning. The two children ate their fruitcake in silence.
DAY 4 - Christmas Fruitcake
kiddie’s crush are incredible sweet
You are as sweet and handsome as you were 6000 years ago