TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE TWINKLE
Twas the night before Twinkle and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even the spouse. The Miron Crosby boot ornaments hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas has transformed The Reviare. The shoppers had tickets, all snug in their beds, While visions of Loveshackfancy danced in their heads. I planned to arrive early for piercings and …