Armed to the Teeth with a Plate of Cookies.

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This is the time of year when all good little girls and good little boys find hope in an over sized Elf and 8 tiny reindeer.  HO HO HO is his battle cry as he flies his red convertible.  A bag full of goodies and little green helpers to make the children of the world happy.  So, you'd better not pout, you'd better not cry because Santa is on the way and always watching.  That song is just a tad creepy, but hey when I was a kid I had several sharp pointy objects hidden under my bed So any late night intruder would meet with an unexpected surprise.  Armed to the teeth and a plate of cookies.  Always ready for the Claus.  HO HO HO.

Peace and Balance,

John

Happy Landings

 

Santa's back in bed sleeping off his night on the sled.  

Elves working to put the deer in tight,

Must have been one Hell of a Night.

Bent Bells and torn straps

One runner had a case of the snaps.

Mrs. Claus a little Haggard looks

Saying to herself, "Them Damn Shnooks."

Someone had gotten into her cookies

she noticed a call from the Bookie.

Well, it's over and all survived another Night

the Day arrived.

To you I say, Congratulations you're all Living

I have a boat in the back just for the Giving.

Merry Day.

Peace and Balance,

John