HA!
Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.
I still haven't gotten the one about Christmas.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary ~ no, that's not it.
Who got that one?
Here is the next one. The clue is that this is how I feel about not being able to decipher that Christmas Eve one.
The entity, whether animal or matter, living or dead, seemed to have taken on life and will of its own, mercilessly hounding me toward insanity.
:snowman:
Barbara