‘Twas the night before Christmas…
…when all through the huge house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. At least, it was hoped.
The stockings were hung by the eight mantels with duct tape (What? You think I’m gonna hammer nails into my fabulous mantels?),
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there with wads of cash, so work may continue for another year.
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Timely post! I am reading the block and just got to January, 2020–reading about the bench!
Merry Christmas, Ross! Felice Natale e’ un sano anno nuovo! Und…. Froehliche Weinachten, alles in allem!
Merry Christmas Ross!
Hahahaha!
Stockings hung by staples around 8 fireplaces….hohoho!
As Yule-usual you are the consummate wit!
Felice Natale!
Joyeux Noël !
“Veselé Vánoce”! Merry Christmas!
Happy Christmas Ross and Cody. You have given me so many hours of enjoyment and a little angst over the years. Hugs for both of you.
Merry Christmas to everyone!
Ross, I hope your stockings are filled, if not literally then in some unexpected way. It’s amazing what you have accomplished and I have enjoyed sharing the journey from afar. If I were closer, I would love to help, but maybe I can at least visit some day.
Merry Christmas Ross!
Merry Christmas Ross and Cody! Hope you get what you want most. Thank you for all the enjoyment of sharing your journey with us. 🙂
Gleðileg Jól og farsaelt komandi ár! (I just had to include Icelandic LOL!)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! <3
Maligayang Pasko (Merry Christmas)! 🌲
Merry Christmas to you, Ross! A little late, but no less heartfelt.
Stocking holders on the mantel. Four stockings. All for the dogs.
Late Christmas greetings, just got back from Milwaukee on Tuesday.
Clever Night before Christmas poem, personalized to reflect the Cross House. I’m sure you’ll find a way to continue work on the house.