Some of the things Susan says…
A Poem for Todd
‘Twas a hot summer day about mid-July When Santa stretched and let out a sigh. The elves has all left – gone to the beach And taken the booze – all but the Screech. So the jolly old fellow unscrewed the cap And after a swig, lay down for his nap. But he tossed...
Four
One, two, three, fourFour directions to chooseFour roads to travelFour strong winds refuse One, two, three, fourFour Bobbsey twins readFour leaf clovers foundFour years old ahead One, two, three, fourFour young Englishmen arrive Four quarter notes adoreFour magicians...
What If Every Night Was Christmas Eve
What if every night was Christmas Eve and everyday was Christmas? What if all the lights were twinkle lights and shone across the sky? What if reindeer flew beyond the moon and children danced in circles Around the tree all trimmed in gold with angels set on high?...
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