I don’t want to set off any kind of alarm.
I really don’t.
But according to this morning’s calendar, it’s ten days until Christmas.
Ten.
Dix.
Diez.
Do you think it’s too late for me to declare to the kids that we should have a Little House on the Prairie kind of Christmas? You know, the kind where each kid gets their own tin cup to drink out of and one piece of horehound candy?
Yeah.
Where’s Mister Edwards when you need him?
Wed, 15 Dec 2010 15:49:00 +0000julielylescarr
