Room 238 [Saturday Afternoon]
The stockings were hung on the bathroom door with care in hopes that...Toasty and Santa wouldn't recreate in front of him. The presents are wrapped and stuffed under the bed and visions of pizza are dancing in John's head.
Really? He's just asleep again. Hey, holidays are tough on a teenager's stamina!
[As always, feel free to knock and wake him up as I'm around for a few hours. I just realized poor John hadn't been in play in almost two days.]
Really? He's just asleep again. Hey, holidays are tough on a teenager's stamina!
[As always, feel free to knock and wake him up as I'm around for a few hours. I just realized poor John hadn't been in play in almost two days.]