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 ...