We're not counting our Christmas Chickens before they've hatched...
Which one do you like? I think I'm partial to the blue Touring model.
However I won't be rushing out to buy one right away...Ol' Blue is for sale at the bargain basement price of $45,900.
Li'l Red? Another 10 grand will make you the proud owner of...yep, $55,900.
Someday, mebbe...
Have you put the tree up?
Finished decorating yet?
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Enjoy! No, seriously...do it...
'Twas (less than) 2 Weeks Before Christmas...
...and every mouse,
had fled frozen fields
for the warmth of my house.
My wife found their droppings
and said “I'm not pleased,
to think that these varmints
are taking their ease
“inside my warm dwelling;
this outrage won't stand!
What will you do?”
Then I raised my hand...
“These mice, they are finished!
Kaput and kersplatz!
No way they'll survive,
for we have three cats!”
And then we beheld
our fat felines, all three:
Kitty,
and Zoey,
and the useless Smokey.
Disciples of Garfield,
were these pointless creatures,
with sleeping and eating
their dominant features.
No help would be coming
from those worthless saps,
so I scrounged all around
til I found an old trap.
And later that night,
before mice came a-creeping,
I set the cruel deadfall
then got busy sleeping.
So early next 'morn,
at dawn's early light,
I sprang from my bed
to find what I might.
But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:
to find what I might.
But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:
"Thanks for the cheese,
but what would be better,
instead of old muenster,
could we have fresh cheddar?"
"And what's with this platter?"
my mousy pals asked.
"We might have been killed
if we hadn't been fast!"
'Twas then that I thought
of the great Robert Burns
and his famous lament
to a mouse that he turned
to a mouse that he turned
Out of warm hearth and home
as he plowed in his field.
as he plowed in his field.
Did I want to partake
in his life time of guilt?
The best laid plans
it is easy to see,
it is easy to see,
Gang aft agley
and I think you'll agree
There was nothing to do
but give them their cheddar.
After all, it was Christmas,
and what could be better
Than showing the love
God has for His swarm,
by letting them stay
inside where it's warm?
Then out went the trap
in the cold, winter, night;
we're quite overrun
but I guess it's alright.
So to quoth from St. Nick
on his annual flight,
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good Night!
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We are officially at the terminus of this edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe...
Get out there and get Merry!
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