On the fifth, we all polished our shoes. Before bed, we sat them outside our front door.
Sometime during the night, somebody --St. Nick, presumably -- moved the shoes to the inside of the door and filled them with treats. I wonder why he moved them inside? Perhaps the thought crossed his mind that a raccoon or possum might just loooooooove a few chocolate oranges.
Sometime during the night, somebody --St. Nick, presumably -- moved the shoes to the inside of the door and filled them with treats. I wonder why he moved them inside? Perhaps the thought crossed his mind that a raccoon or possum might just loooooooove a few chocolate oranges.
No comments:
Post a Comment
I'm eager to hear your thoughts!