MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

Yes, I am still up and it is now Christmas morning. I wonder if any of you have opened a gift or two early? I haven't. I am patiently waiting until morning. I hope all of you get exactly what you hoped for. I have also followed Melissa's lead, and written "The Night Before Christmas" with a little help. I do believe that mine makes even less sense than Melissa's. Either way, they are both somewhat idiotic, but funny.
St. Sandra D enjoys filling jammies after coming down the recliner. If someone has no recliner, she will come down the stove pipe, or come through the water pipe. If you have no jammies to fill, St. Sandra D will fill your underwear or dirty socks. Try to have some jammies though cause you'll get more.

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas"
'Twas the morning before Christmas, and all through the castle,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a kitty katt.
The jammies were hung by the recliner with care,
In hopes that St. Sandra d soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-cookies danced in their ears.
And mother in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the rocker to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Called open the shutters, and ironed up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-moment to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a merry cookie, and eight tiny tigers.
With a little old driver, so lively and joyous,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Sandra D.
More rapid than gorillas her tigers they came,
And she whistled, and cuddled, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Kristi! Now, Snow and Vixen!
On, Toddler! On Puppy! On, Shirt and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the elf!
Now holler away! Holler away! Holler away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the recliner St. Sandra D came with a bound.
Her eyes -- how they followed! Her dimples, how white!
Her feet were like reindeer, her nose like a candy!
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work,
And filled all the jammies, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her mouth aside of her hand,
And giving a nod, up the recliner she rose.
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,"
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good morning!"

Merry Christmas, and "God Bless Us, Everyone." TTFN