'Twas the night before Xmas

It was the night before Christmas, when I started this post.
But I could not decide what my readers wanted most:

A story of drinking with my single girlfriend T,
And how the boys bought us French 75s at Chez Henri

Or maybe a tale of stressful Christmas shopping,
Walking with my bag in the rain, my shoes sopping.

Szechuan pork, Tangy green beans, and dumplings from good ol' Lucky Wah
And instead of a meal for one, I received fortune cookies a trois.

Yes, what was I going to write about this quiet Christmas Eve,
Quite the dilemma giving me a headache that I needed to relieve.

I sat in front of the television, eating and starin'.
When Woosh through the door my roommate came a barrelin'.

Arm loads and arm loads of unwrapped gifts in her bags
All still shiny and new. All still with stickers and price tags.

She set up shop in the living room. With all her paper and gifts on display,
I guiltily watched her work as I watched TV in my evil way.

"Let's watch some DVD's" she said in a moment of glory.
"Oohhh. Let's watch this one. Hilary Duff in 'a Cinderella Story'"

When we explored the special features to find our prince, our perfect mate,
Our answer came out Chad Michael Murray was our man of fate.

Ah as we giggled, and watched extra scenes, we heard the steps of reindeer.
Was it possible? Could it be that Santa was already here?

We ran to our rooms turned off the lights, so we would not be caught awake.
The noise could have been our neighbors dogs, it was a chance we could not take.

So to all our loyal readers and those accidental readers looking for a real site,
"Have a Merry Christmas and to all a good night!"