He's Comin' To Town
I went to friends' for supper the other night and was having a conversation with their 6-year-old. He was pondering about whether Santa Claus would bring him his heart's desire for Christmas this year. I told him that Santa only brought toys for good girls and boys, but from what I could tell, he seemed to be doing OK. He looked at me with a solemnity that only a 6-year-old whose Christmas gifts depend on it can have, and said, "I TRY to be good, but sometimes I'm SO BAD.... SOOO... SOOO BAD! "
I know how he feels. I, Molly of the house of Bee, do solemnly swear, to behave myself at Knit Night. I won't mention exotic fruits and vegetables. I won't make up pimp names for Ben-the-Barista and then get the group to flash gang signs at him. I won't make 'Google' innuendos. I will be the picture of piety and politeness....to the best of my ability....if I can. Ok....er....well, I'll try. Don't expect miracles but if I don't at least start trying at this late date, Santa will skip my house for sure. Here's to a shot at redemption!
I know how he feels. I, Molly of the house of Bee, do solemnly swear, to behave myself at Knit Night. I won't mention exotic fruits and vegetables. I won't make up pimp names for Ben-the-Barista and then get the group to flash gang signs at him. I won't make 'Google' innuendos. I will be the picture of piety and politeness....to the best of my ability....if I can. Ok....er....well, I'll try. Don't expect miracles but if I don't at least start trying at this late date, Santa will skip my house for sure. Here's to a shot at redemption!
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Looking forward to your report of whether or not St. Nick's elves were peeking in at you while you were mis-behaving at the Sow's Ear.