"Twas the Night Before the Night Before Christmas . . .

" . . . And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds (Well, actually on a pallet in the basement in front of the fire.), while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads."



Okay, so I'm not sure that my kids even know what sugarplums are, but I have a pretty good feeling the were dreaming happy thoughts nonetheless.