Dry Christmas

Tis the season… For “Crunched up Christmas carols.” This one has all the cheese you’ll ever want, so get out the crackers…and if you dare, the wine: I’m dreaming of a dry Christmas, Just like the ones we used to know: When the eggnog’s virgin And no one’s purgin’ Our minds work clearly, not so

A LITTLE MEWSING

At the risk of seeming catty, I thought I’d mews a while. It seems purrfectly acceptable And might even make someone smile. You might say you don’t know what fur, Purrhaps you prefur a tail, If you don’t laugh at all this punning, You might discover that you whale (oops, wrong animal.) If you paid