‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
I scurried around, faster than a mouse.
The stockings weren’t hung, there was no chimney to share,
no hopes that Santa Claus would soon be there.
yoga teacher. world traveler. writer. podcast host.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
I scurried around, faster than a mouse.
The stockings weren’t hung, there was no chimney to share,
no hopes that Santa Claus would soon be there.