So there is no Trans dimensional gate in my dryer... it's been the elves all this time?
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at January 25, 2017 7:17 PM MST
They all jump in Santa's sleigh, singing Oh Dasher let dash and Dancer we'll dance. To Prancer whose Prancing with Vixon Let Comit soar, to Cupid's favorite place Where Donner drinks until he's a Blitzen. Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash to the Bahamas Where we all like to Play!! And they fly to Florida where they let the reindeer out to take a well deserved vacation. Then, they boat down to the Bahamas. There they dance the Bahamiam Quadrille to Rake-n-scrape music and Junkanoo celebrations. They drink Mai-Tais and Pina Coladas and kick their little feet up. They shave their breads and loose the suspenders and little work dresses, making way for mini grass skirts and surf shorts. They snorkel and sail. Sometimes they jetski and bask in the sun. When August rolls around, they start fattening up again and growing their beards, knitting sweaters and turtle necks. They pull their wool socks out and their caps. and they start preparing for Christmas, waking Santa up from his long summer nap. The End! :) :)