Have you been nice?
Do you deserves presents?
Do you deserve mice?
These are the questions we ask this time of year. It is an annual celebration of the joy that is to come. Of the promise of presents, if only you were good enough . . .
We reflect on our temptations, those we resisted and those we succumbed to. I tried to be good . . . but she hissed at me. And then ran away . . . how could I not chase her?
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a Shiva was stirring,
He was stalking a mouse.
The garbage was sacked
In the cupboard down there;
Shiva watched and he waited
To catch a mouse unaware.
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