Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, the authorities were chasing me in hopes to get fragments of the tree out of my mouth. The lights on the bottom shall twinkle no more, solely because of me, most of the lower branches now reside directly on the floor. While my other two sisters rest comfortably on the couch, I plot my next attack for this tree does not belong in my house. Atop the tree, a star stands mighty, it will be mine once the authorties go nighty nighty.
To those of you reading this, I would like to take a minute to wish you all a very Merry Christmas from our little family to yours. I must go for now. I do believe the authorities are preparing to retire for the evening. Let the games begin…
Here’s me. Back at it again…
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