'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the campground
Not a creature was stirring, not even a hound;
The stockings were hung by the campfire with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The campers were nestled all snug in their rigs,
While visions of waffles danc'd in their heads,
Yup ... We'll be bust'n out Big Al's Waffles at camp in the morning.
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Safe Travels~
ALICE WYMER
(Aye chihuahua!)
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