Here we are, the holiday's have past
and the mayhem has finally, come to
a close. We may be worn to a fraazzle,
but that's the way it goes! When the
preperations are over, you barley have
time to heave a sigh. We sure worked
very hard and now, it's gone right by. To
tell the truth, it's worth it. We know, we're
going to do the same, come next year.
We may do our share of complaining,
but the excitement grows, as the time
gets near! I have no doubt, we'll always
feel the same. It won't change us, one
single bit. Regardless of age, or who
we are, we'll never, tire of it!
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