According to the poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (’Twas the Night before Christmas) by Clement Clarke Moore, it was “the children” who “were nestled all snug in their beds” who had “visions of sugar-plums” dancing “in their heads”.
Of course Frank and Ernest are pretty much still (and always) kids at heart.
jasonsnakelover over 2 years ago
And they danced in your head. What would be really something is if they were dancing in front of you.
Doug K over 2 years ago
According to the poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (’Twas the Night before Christmas) by Clement Clarke Moore, it was “the children” who “were nestled all snug in their beds” who had “visions of sugar-plums” dancing “in their heads”.
Of course Frank and Ernest are pretty much still (and always) kids at heart.
pschearer Premium Member over 2 years ago
My calendar from a pet-rescue mission says today is November 31st. (True!!)
Now the question is, will I be off by one day for the rest of the year or for the rest of my life (whichever comes first)?
The Reader Premium Member over 2 years ago
Ooh, sugar plum, Honey Bunch
you know that I love you
I can’t help myself
I love you and nobody else
mourdac Premium Member over 2 years ago
But “There ain’t no Sanity Clause” (Chico, ‘Night at the Opera’).
[Traveler] Premium Member over 2 years ago
It must be December, my Christmas cactus is blooming
Nala the Great over 2 years ago
What kind of dance were they doing?
uniquename over 2 years ago
If you hear a clatter on the lawn late at night, you should start worrying.
darcyandsimon over 2 years ago
Whadda hoot!
gopher gofer over 2 years ago
wonder where he procured the mushrooms…