The night before Christmas-Suzi style
'Twas the night before, um. Christmas? And all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And, um. Um. I guess it must have been in Ohio, because people were wearing pajamas?
Whistler, you're doing that thing with your hand and your face again.
Anyway, people were in pajamas and the children were tucked in their beds having dreams of sugar plums...are those good? They sound good. Why is it the cookie holiday instead of the sugar plum holiday?
Whistler, you're laughing at me.
And, um. Um. Everyone was trying to sleep? When there was a loud voice shouting at deer. I guess they're magic? They, um. Well, they fly and make storms, I guess? What? Um. They are rain deer, right?
Whistler, that's distracting. Stop laughing.
So he calls them by name...Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. I guess the last one was drunk? Um. So, um. The man ran to the window...or did he go downstairs? Maybe he went downstairs next. And there was this man...he, um. Looked like a fat Michael with long hair. In red.
...I didn't know you could laugh without breathing, Whistler. What?
And, um. The fat man was putting presents down? Be...cause, um. Because of the cookies, I guess? That were left out? He leaves through the chimney. I remember that part!
Um.
Um.
Next time, Whistler? We drop off the toys and run.
Whistler, you're doing that thing with your hand and your face again.
Anyway, people were in pajamas and the children were tucked in their beds having dreams of sugar plums...are those good? They sound good. Why is it the cookie holiday instead of the sugar plum holiday?
Whistler, you're laughing at me.
And, um. Um. Everyone was trying to sleep? When there was a loud voice shouting at deer. I guess they're magic? They, um. Well, they fly and make storms, I guess? What? Um. They are rain deer, right?
Whistler, that's distracting. Stop laughing.
So he calls them by name...Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. I guess the last one was drunk? Um. So, um. The man ran to the window...or did he go downstairs? Maybe he went downstairs next. And there was this man...he, um. Looked like a fat Michael with long hair. In red.
...I didn't know you could laugh without breathing, Whistler. What?
And, um. The fat man was putting presents down? Be...cause, um. Because of the cookies, I guess? That were left out? He leaves through the chimney. I remember that part!
Um.
Um.
Next time, Whistler? We drop off the toys and run.