Uploaded on December 20, 2011
Twas the night before Christmas, when 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; …
—Clement Moore
12.20.2023: This year, I told the kids to not let me buy any poinsettias. They’ve done a good job, so far.