Happy Christmas EVE.
Not like, Eve, the person. I don’t know anyone named Eve, after all.
No. I meant Happy Christmas on the night before Christmas.
Do the reindeer show up on your roof on Christmas Eve? Are the cookies eaten this night? Or does Santa do all the delivering on Christmas, after midnight?
Who out there knows?
The elves probably know. But I don’t know them either. Or Eve.
So there it is, for now.
It’s a wrap.
Happy Christmas Eve.
Cookie. Chimney. Rooftop. And I don’t know Eve.
