Happy Holidays

[inaudible]. It was the night before Christmas and none were about not. A teacher was stirring, breathe in, breathe out. The stockings were hung by the Cadillac with care in hopes the same. Nicholas soon would be there.

The students were nestled at home in their beds while visions of dolphins danced in their heads with a mug of hot chocolate. I sat nice and warm waiting in the studio for this. Christmases done. Went out on the beach. There arose such a clatter. I sprang from the armchair to see what was the matter away to the window. I flew like a flash around the reformers. I made a mad dash.

The moon on the beach gave such a glow that it gave luster of midday to objects below when what to my wondering, I should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. Now Dasher, now dancer, now Prancer and Vixen on comment on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen over the tracks into the fence to the top of the wall now dash away, dashboard dash away mall. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pine of East little blue. As I drew in my head and was turning around through the doors to the studios, Saint Nicholas bound, he was dressed to impress from his head to his toe. Clearly holidays, any time was the place to go.

A bundle of props he carried with him ready for anything. Crabs seal or swing his eyes, how they twinkled his dimples, how Merry his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a chair. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow and the beard of his chin was as white as seafoam, a magic circle. He held tied in his hands while besides his mat, Leah TheraBand with quick movements. He went through this series of five always remembering the pull his navel to spine.

He was chubby but fit or right jolly old and I laughed when I saw him. In spite of myself, a wink of his eye and a twist of his head led me to show him double leg kick. Instead, he sprang from the mat going straight to the wall and filled this Docking's with balls, bands blocks for all laying his finger aside his nose. He gave a quick knock into the patio. He goes, he sprang to his sleigh, to his team, gave a whistle and away they all flew like the down of a fissile, but I heard him explain air. He drove out of sites. Happy Christmas to all and to all of good nuns.