The night .....

..... before Christmas.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse bulldog;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

Peanut was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in her head;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Peanut sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.


An exerpt from 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
by Major Henry Livingston Jr
Slightly altered by MrJohn

So today's blip is .....


..... The night before Christmas.