It's almost here. The scramble to get everything to have that perfect Christmas. Your grandmother is complaining that she couldn't be bothered with all the hassle of shopping. Yet, still at the last minute she's all caught out and says,"It's only because of my little grandbabies." Dad asks,"What's the fuss?" But sharpens his appetite on Christmas day. Grinch says," Not a penny!" Oh, but he runs and hides when he sees the flood of shoppers and kids beaming with their toys in hand. Santa promises to go on a diet every year as he pats his tummy. Oh wee, Mrs Claus has cooked up a storm and he gives up. The energy is there, the lights are blinking, the days, are shortening. Christmas is coming.
See you next week!
See you next week!