‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even that mouse I killed yesterday.
Which is good, because the last thing you want on Christmas is a hoard of zombie mice attacking you.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even that mouse I killed yesterday.
Which is good, because the last thing you want on Christmas is a hoard of zombie mice attacking you.