and all through the halls,
not a creature was stirring,
'cept Splitty the Maul.
The stockings were draped on the back of a chair.
Splitty the Maul yelled in mock horror, "Them thangs don't go THERE!!!".
"Rhondo the Wonder Idiot" was napping, slung up in his chair.
He always sleeps better with "Monkey Toy" there.
When out in the kitchen, there came such a clatter.
Rhondo caught Splitty eating food from his platter.
And that's when the fight broke out.
What's a holiday without a family fight?
Oh yeah, someone else's family.
Splitty was told, "Go apologize.".
He did so and then watched Chris make "Buckeyes".
Rhondo still fuming, left in a huff.
Splitty quietly muttered, "Hey boy, life's tough.".
I reminded them both that it's Christmas Eve,
and both should behave if in fact they believe.
Splitty and Rhondo quickly made up.
For Santa likes only good mauls and pups.
I close this Christmas blog wishing one and all cheer.
Health, wealth, and happiness for the coming New Year.
One final message for one and for all,
MERRY CHRISTMAS from Rhondo.........
and Splitty the Maul.
Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.
Air Traffic Mike, ret.