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;
We are a house full of sickies today. Both Mom and I are still in our PJs. We wake up for an hour or so, moan about how achey we are, hack and cough and head back to bed. Snow and illness have a way of introducing an ebb to the flow of life!
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