I was going to create a special poem for the group -- you know,
something like:
Jack Schidt's bon mots light up the night While Sheldon's flames are burning bright
And something to do with Barb's jam, Michael getting out of the hospital, and Margaret being so
sweet, but I fell behind in my pre-holiday chores and can't play any more this week. So you'll all
have to settle for a hearty:
! M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S !
From my house to yours. Best wishes to all... :-)
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j.j. ~ mom, gamer, novice cook ~ ..fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, yum!