Gonna Sit Right Here ‘Til The twenty fifth
[I nose the drill. Fat man in the dirty red suit stuffs himself down the chimney- why I don’t know, we haz front door, I disable alarm? He has the noms in his bag, and I haz been good all year. ‘Cept for biting The Dog. And the hairball in hoomin’s new Porsche Cayenne. And knocking over the box of flour. And clawing up the couch. See? Mostly gud.]
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“This is Nelson anxiously ready for Christmas to reach (Tree decorations! He will probably be having a ball…or two!) Thnx for all of the cheer you deliver all day lengthy !” -Iris W.
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