Sunday, December 24, 2006

Sharon's twas

Twas the night before Christmas, when 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.

sharon's-mantle

4 comments:

Ding Dong said...

something very special is peeking out of my stocking this year!

sweeps said...

i heard Sharon now sleeps in her stocking on Christmas
Eve as Grindle once stuffed a funnel spider in it.

Professor Batty said...

...Gleðileg Jól!

d_orlando said...

Sharon's foot fetish is very special.