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Rules of the game

By Hass :: March 03, 2005 @ 08:17 PM

It's like waiting for christmas, but without a calendar. So every morning (afternoon and evening) we run downstairs and look under the tree, but find nothing.

Since we don't really know when christmas is going to come, once a week we go see Dr. Claus F.A.C.O.G., and she looks around the chimmney and says "Whoa, there is a fat bearded man just itching to get through there. He's most of the way down the flue, even widenned it by 4cm. Would you like some Egg Nog? You'd better go home and put those cookies and milk out. oh, and don't leave home without your sheet of Carolling lyrics."

So we go home, and put the cookies and milk out and go to sleep. Morning comes, the cat drank the milk and sold the cookies to get his drug money. Oh, what's that under the tree? Is that a bow? yes it's a bow! Are there any other bows? It's 8:15, how long until we find the next bow? how long between bows? oh it's noon and there aren't any more bows, guess it's not christmas.

So we wait, and try to stay off the naughty list.

Category Sprout :: Comments (2)


Heh, great description. The anticipation, the waiting, the clues, the waiting. Aaargh! It's enough to drive a person to do something naughty.

Posted by: Kris at March 3, 2005 09:16 PM

Good luck!

Posted by: Kelly at March 4, 2005 02:07 PM