A broken furnace in December is practically cliché. Until it happens to you. Then it totally sukks.
With our furnace on my shit list, and me wrapped up in a zebra blanket (referred to as the zeburrito), December wasn't shaping up to be particularly cozy..........
UNTIL THESE GUYS SHOWED UP FROM ST. NICK ON THURSDAY MORNING!!!
TEN MINUTES LATER ONE OF THESE SHOWED UP AS WELL!!!!
Thanks Saint Nick!!!
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,
you are friggin sweet!
Rainbow socks and a furnace,
heat my chilly feet!
Please come back tonight again
if you've got the nerve.
You passed o'er the red stocking
that we hung for Gerg.
UPDATE: St Nick did show up the next night, and brought gerg a Harry and David Moose Munch Bar, and two DVDs: Clue and Fargo. HUZZAH!