Life Is Not Purgatory
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Merry Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my work,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a jerk;
The year-end was strewn 'cross the desk without care,
In hopes that my anureism soon would be there;
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my work,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a jerk;
The year-end was strewn 'cross the desk without care,
In hopes that my anureism soon would be there;