Not actual SantaHad just settled my brain for a long winter’s nap.
when, what to my wondering ears should hear,
but a miniature white pickup, and not a single rein-deer,
with a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
I reaches for my pistol, but he had me out gunned,
with four of his on I decided to run.
So, what did Santa bring you? Or should I say John W.?ReplyDelete
The usual candy cane, but he drank all my booze.ReplyDelete
You need to return the favor and take a candy cane over to the Field Lab and drink his booze (grin).ReplyDelete
Yep... Your right DD. ;)ReplyDelete
Sounds like you and JW had fun :) I also reckon a revenge visit to JW's fridge is required - mebbe on Old Year's Eve... LOLReplyDelete
And then spend the night in his greenhouse - it'll saving you weaving home on the wee wee hours :)
Dani, I think I'll wait until he makes an Alpine trip before I go drink his booze. I don't want to get shot. ;)ReplyDelete
Sounds like my Santa...drank my beer and tequila...and left me NO presents :(ReplyDelete
Damn Santas! ;)ReplyDelete