Twas the night before Christmas when through the house, not a creature was stirring — not even a mouse. The laundry was folded by the dyer with care, in the hopes by morning wrinkles wouldn’t be there. The dishes were nestled all snug in the cupboard with clean counters scrubbed until they shined upward. And with no presents to purchase and nothing to wrap, the house will be clean in just a snap. Continue reading
The Oklahoma Girl 