Wolfe's Blog

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Christmas ’04

‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, except for Wolfe’s Mouse; The stockings were empty and tossed the without care, In hopes that Nicoli would lay in his lair; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Xbox danced in their heads, And InnerRainbow in her ‘nighie, and […]