‘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; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And
First Frost The last red leaves fall. Our days grow short too fast. A crow calls, “Late! Late!”
Trump’s a bubble full of swamp gas. Hold your nose and poke him. Watch him pop
Vair me oro van o, Vair me oro van ee, Vair me oro van o, Sad am I without thee. Thou’rt the beauty of my heart. Harp of joy, o cruidh mo chruidh. Moon of guidance by night, Strength and light thou’rt to me. When I’m lovely, dear white heart, Dark the night or wild
The Naming of Parts Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday, We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning We shall have what to do after firing. But today, Today we have naming of parts. Japonica Glistens like coral in all the neighboring gardens And today we have naming of parts. This is the lower swing