A mean old woman bought a pig cause pork she liked to eat. She planned to fatten up the hog and named the poor pig “Pete”. Now Pete was not a stupid beast — he knew what she had planned, and starring on a menu was just more than he could stand! Pete’s pen wasContinue reading “The Christmas Pig”
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Regrets (Contemplating a Letter to Santa)
Last night I just couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and turned all night, cause Santa Claus is coming soon, which fills me with great fright. You see, I’ve done some things this year that now — I sure regret, and thinking of those things I’ve done is making me now fret. I think I’llContinue reading “Regrets (Contemplating a Letter to Santa)”
A Letter to Santa
My sister wrote to Santa Claus because of things I’ve done. She thinks I’ll make his “naughty list”. I think those things were fun. I squirted her with water and I scared her really bad. She said I wasn’t funny and just got really mad! And so she wrote her letter, and mailed it thatContinue reading “A Letter to Santa”
Regrets
Last night I just couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and turned all night, cause Santa Claus is coming soon, which fills me with great fright. You see, I’ve done some things this year that now — I sure regret, and thinking of those things I’ve done is making me now fret. I think I’llContinue reading “Regrets”
The Letter To Santa
My sister wrote to Santa Claus because of things I’ve done. She thinks I’ll make his “naughty list”. I think those things were fun. I squirted her with water and I scared her really bad. She said I wasn’t funny and just got really mad! And so she wrote her letter, and mailed it thatContinue reading “The Letter To Santa”
Next Christmas
We’re taking down our Christmas tree cause holidays are done. Tomorrow is a school day which means I won’t have fun. I won’t be watching Christmas shows. I won’t be sleeping late. I won’t be eating candy canes. My days won’t feel that great. I hope the time won’t be too long. I hope theContinue reading “Next Christmas”
Regrets
Last night I just couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and turned all night, cause Santa Claus is coming soon, which fills me with great fright. You see, I’ve done some things this year that now — I sure regret, and thinking of those things I’ve done is making me now fret. I think I’llContinue reading “Regrets”
The Lonely Meatball 