(author unknown)‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
The paddles were hung in the cupboard with care,
In hopes that her bottom soon would be bare;
The children were…
***His Gifts***
He lavishes me not with perfume and with jewels for they would be but mere clutterment. I am his canvas, His finest work of art, ultimately, His Master’s peice.
