'Twas the night before Christmas
and all over the blog . . .
All the grandkids were reading
and drinking eggnog?
Okay, so I'm not as great a story poet as
Clement C. Moore. But if you read his
famous book tonight, you will find a Christmas "x"
near the very last page:
"But I heard him e_ _ _ _ _ _,
ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night."
For a Christmas "y" sing this little song:
"_ _ _ better watch out;
_ _ _ better not cry;
Better not pout;
I'm telling _ _ _ why:
Santa Claus is comin' to town."
And last of all . . .
Once you are all snug in your bed with visions of
sugarplums dancing in your head, ask Mom
or Dad to put a sticker on the letter "Zzzzzzz".
Merry Christmas Eve!
Love, Grandma
Merry Christmas Eve!
Love, Grandma
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