Just possibly.
You know—absence makes the heart grow fonder. It's true. Absence from sleep, especially. Santa won't need to double-check on me this Christmas Eve—I'll be sleeping like a log. Or a rock. Or a baby. Take your pick.
Now I'm thinking of a song. Guess which one.
No, don't guess. I'll tell you.
♫ I'm dreaming of a white Christmas! ♫
. . . The allure of this song is "dreaming," of course.
This Christmas I plan to be counting sheep. And not just the ones in the nativity set.
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