Finley’s Christmas Poem

It’s the day before Christmas, and all through the blog, er, I mean bog,     

Not a creature is stirring, not even a frog. (Except me.) 

The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,

Because of the odor, they needed to air. (I call them socks.)

Hoppy Holidays!

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