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‘Twas five days before Christmas when all through our house,
All creatures were stirring, except for a mouse.

In Naveen’s belly* it rested, all squeezed to a pulp.
(The boys loved watching the snake grab it and gulp.)

The children denied attempts to put them to bed —
Optimus, Bumblebee filling their heads.

And I with my chicken and Eddie with his dog
Had just settled down with some spiked eggnog

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the front door we flew like a flash.
In our bare feet, we looked like white trash.

Out on the driveway something made our eyes hurt:
The guy next door again wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Then what to our watering eyes did appear,
But a strange being — just whom was not clear.

What this being was bearing gave me pause:
Poorly written signs? Must be Santa Clause!

More rapid than Bob Ross, these signs he produced,
And shouted the many mistakes he deduced:

“No comma! No period! And what’s with the quotes?
A misspelling here – Just see what they wrote!”

To the step of the porch he came with his haul.
“Let’s slash away, slash away, slash away all.”

“Get me your stylebook, and Strunk and White too.
They must learn the difference between whom and who.”

Eddie looked at us and in a manner quite snide,
Said, “You two have at it, I’m going inside.”

And then in a twinkling, I fetched my Mac Air
And my iPhone as a camera to capture signs there.

As I drew closer to my mysterious guest,
I noticed something odd: He was kind of a mess.

He was dressed all in things that I write about
From snack food to rednecks – how’d he find out?

A bundle of Utz chips he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a vendor, just opening his pack.

A mask – just like Batman! His shoes? Birkenstocks!
His jeans were jacked up, Dixie flag as a top!

His mouth was covered in hot cheeto dust
And the beard of his chin was colored like rust.

The stump of a Sharpie he held tight in his yap,
To give to the kids for their skin art crap.

He had a broad face, around which headphones
Blasting some KISS – thank God — not the Stones!

He was chubby and plump – hadn’t been to the gym.
So I suggested that later I’d go there with him.

He winked with his eye, then his head he did nod,
And I knew right then he’d been reading my blog!

We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work.
“If we fix all these signs, does that make us two jerks?”

Laying his writing hand aside of his knee,
He nodded his head, and we laughed with glee!

It took us a while; we edited with passion.
Then he left – but I have loads of blog rations!

I heard him exclaim ‘fore he strode out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good write!”

* Naveen is the ball python we are snake-sitting for the break

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The Joker is still at large

Batman, Robin and the Batmobile were a big hit last night. We went to the subdivision across the street, as our neighborhood of six houses is not conducive to a treat sweep.

Batman, Robin and the Batmobile

Batman, Robin and the Batmobile

Batmobile: Even stylin' from the rear

Batmobile: even stylin' from the rear

The kids could not contain their joy. And Eddie was positively glowing with pride when people ooh-ed and aah-ed over the Batmobile.

Batmobile on the move

Superheroes on the lookout for bad guys

At the very last house, the unthinkable happened: Their archenemy, the Joker, appeared (in the form of a 10-year-old in greasepaint).

The evil Joker appears

The evil Joker appears

He sidled up next to the Batmobile and hissed, “Batman.” Batman and Robin were shocked that the Joker would be so bold. They scrambled out of the Batmobile, ready to give chase, with Batman yelling, “Let’s get that Joker!” Batman did have to pause to gently place his bag of loot on the sidewalk, but then took off in hot pursuit. Eddie had to round them back up, much to their dismay.

Batman gives chase

Batman gives chase

Today they woke up with two thoughts, and two thoughts only: We need to find the Joker, and we need to eat all the candy in those bags. (Side note: Gideon ended up with so much more candy than Dominic because of how he completely embraced the candy-gathering: He ran up to each house hollering “Trick or Treat!” and smiling at everyone, charming the pants off folks.)

Eddie took them back over to canvass the neighborhood. He said they are convinced that the Joker was taking candy from children and needs to be in police custody.

Searching for clues

"He ran that way!"

"This might be a clue!"

Though they interviewed many people, they were unable to locate the Joker. (Curses! Foiled again!) The search continues.

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Batman, now with OCD

It is so bizarre to see my personality replicated and squashed into a three-foot-high boy body. Dominic is so much like me. When I decide I want something or want to do something, there is no stopping me. Fine when we are talking life goals. Not so fine when we are talking projects around the house. I know I drive Eddie crazy. And now he has two focused folks on his back.

The Batmobile is not quite done, and Dominic is obsessed with badgering us about finishing it. It needs a little paint touch-up, the cupholders (seriously, but they were Eddie’s idea), and a bat icon on the front. I think I’m supposed to create that out of wood, but I’m not sure. I promised we would finish it today. I know he’ll hold me to it.

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Last year was my year to channel Martha Stewart and create costumes for the kids. Behold Lightning McQueen and Mater:
Lightning McQueen and Mater

Lightning McQueen (Gideon) and Mater (Dominic)

This year it is Eddie’s turn. He’s been outside making the Batmobile all day. While the boys were testing it out, Trish got in on the act. Behold the Bat-hen:

Quick, Trish! To the Batmobile!

Quick, Trish! To the Batmobile!

Dominic must have thought all the Bat-tivity made her tired. He tried to rock her to sleep.

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