TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS HOUSE CLEANING CLAUS

             TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS HOUSE CLEANING CLAUS       

        The house was quiet. The walls creaked, and windows leaked. The furnace pops on battling to keep a comfort balance. Still not a creature was stirring as the dust bunnies gather. In the silence their meeting was loud, something stumbled on the roof it seemed. A beep rang through the rooms a tired soul gathers the sound and realizes must get wet clothes from washer to dryer. Something was odd, presents under the tree rustled as the tired soul walked by the Christmas tree. Still in the call of the clothes god the weary soul walked by. That was close the red suited man thought as he placed a few more presents around the tree. A metal screech of a door startled the red dressed one. He freezes and looks the dust bunnies swirled to his bag. The red suited one gives a whisper I may have something for you. “Oh really?” the weary soul asked in an unwelcoming way. “Oops!” the suited one exclaimed. He snaps his fingers nothing happened. “I just cleaned this area, now you are here throwing dust bunnies everywhere?” The weary soul in no mood for this intrusion. “Those aren’t mine. They came running to the bag. I leave you good things,” The suited one calmly speaks to the weary one. “I see dust bunnies, unless you are the zombie master you better do something now about them,” The weary one in a bit of an ire goes and gets a hand vacuum. The red suited one wonders why he didn’t disappear when he snapped his fingers. Growl, from behind him it came. He turns to see a big dog, he turns to the end table with cookies and milk he reaches and turns to the dog. “Cookie?” He asks politely as possible. He turns to face the weary one. He comes face to face with the vacuum. The dust bunnies frozen and holding their dust shaking their sort of heads not to choose the vacuum. “Deal?” The weary soul asks in a demanding tone. The red suited one nods, the dust bunnies, tears of dust didn’t last long. The weary did hear as the red suited one loudly said as he took off from the roof “On dust bunnies, on clean laundry, Merry Christmas to all and the weary one’s real wish.

                               MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS