Tuesday, December 20, 2005

And laying his finger aside of his nose,














And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

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

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

Been an awful good girl


Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Monday, December 12, 2005