Twas the night before ChristmasWhen all through the house
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; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. It was just Silverstarr Renovations fixing the roof, Since Santa Came and knocked shingles loose. Happy Holidays
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February 2019
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