Twas the Night Before Christmas…
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse. . .
Obviously, the author who penned this poem never made it to my house tonight because the noise was deafening, and the creatures causing the ruckus were a lot smaller than a mouse.
Oh, the brouhaha didn't start out that way. First, it was a single flash of light as a faerie flew into my room, and then another flash joined the first. Once you get two faeries together, whispers started.
You wou...
Published on February 26, 2010 05:37