84 – The Running Shoo Xmas Special

The Running Shoo Xmas Special (with apologies to poetry fans everywhere) – Twas the night before last and all through the igloo Not a creature was stirring not even young Shoo Little Nom was asleep and hideously snoring While outside daggers of ice were still pouring – When out in the snow there arose suchContinue reading “84 – The Running Shoo Xmas Special”

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