It’s too close…..Christmas bearing down….Santas everywhere… all I hear….Silver Bells, Silver Bells….then I rush home with my treasures. There are halls to deck….mistle toe to missile…..right now I am working in a cold case file of Bud Light so I can write “Season’s Greetings” with yellow snow. The comma’s the bitch, can’t forget to dot the I. I have no Christmas Spirit. I have had a severe cold. My nose ran so much I wanted to have it amputated but then how would my glasses stay up? I haven’t... Sign in to see full entry.