Write a four line poem about: the night before Christmas.
Because, you know.
Bakery was busy, busy this morning. When I left shortly after noon (Emma was willing to stay and close things up and I need a day off) there were seven loaves on the shelves and we'd sold out of cinnamon buns. I can't imagine the shop was open much longer after that.
All set for tomorrow. My poem for Kat and my short story for Max are printed up and in envelopes. All the gifts have been moved from our house to Kat's parents (where the unwrapping madness shall take place in the morning). The last presents needing to be wrapped have been wrapped. Santa's gifts are under our tree.
Which means I should probably get to sleep before Max wakes up. Otherwise he'll want to know if I saw Santa and then he'll be wide awake and there will be no getting him back to sleep.
Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope it's a good day for all of you.
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the mouse
Were the sounds of digesting
A gingerbread house...