Twas the morning before Christmas and all through the house, the kids
and their mom were preparing for a BLAST. It's only one stone, or so they do say. We'll try to blast it on this Merry Day. So come and drive some 90 minutes away and we'll try to bless you with a really short stay. No Promises they give, just simple advice, wear loose clothes and try to be nice. Our stockings are hung and the presents are wrapped so please pray for us as mom takes her nap. She'll be up and about soon enough but prayers are what she needs to come home with us. Merry Christmas, and please say a prayer for me. The kids need me home for Christmas, and I need to be there...
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