A Poem

Bah bah black sheep, have you any wool?
Of course I do stupid, I'm a freaking sheep.
Hey what's that you're hiding? Are those shears?
Ouch. That hurts when you... Whoa! Careful there... Aaugh! You snagged me boys.


Tis my Christmas gift to you.

Christmas Music

It's my theory that it takes about eleven months for people to forget how much they hate something. Case in point, Christmas music. By December 24th everyone is ready to pull out their hair, but come next Thanksgiving, it's great to hear everything again. The only exception to this is relatives, you never forget how much you hate them. There's also about an eight month time frame for people to forget how to do something, like drive in the snow.