Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds...


Sure - they're big teenagers now. :)
Chance makes a poet...
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My dearest Marcelle...please give me the honor of your visit to my blog today...
Your devoted fan, Miss Peach
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