This was the morning ALA gang went Christmas shopping. I peered out of the FROSTY window and everything was covered with a PERLEY WHITE mist. WElL we were ROSSing to get ready, "dear old mom" was KOCHing breakfast . . . Breakfast tasted great with BERNDT toast.

A GUSTU(S) wind barreling through the house announced the arrival of my friends. In the NIKKI of time I remember my WALLACE, but to my dismay, it had only five NICHOLS in it. But "dear mom" came to the rescue, and I finally BADE her good‑bye.

The BLAUEing wind made my eyes WATER(S), but not for LONG as we piled into the VOLTZwagon.

It took a LITTLE longer than usual to get DOWNINGtown, as the driver didn't take the WRIGHT turn. Maybe that's because the windows weren't too KLEHR, and it was hard to REID the street signs.

Well, we arrived, but where to PARKER CARR?

We ended up by SAXE Fifth Avenue. For some reason this store didn't appeal to us, so we started our trek to CARLIN, PERRIE, SCOTT'S. HURSTling through the store, we examined everything from TOAYs to HANKEs. After a quick bite, we stopped for a SCHORRt visit at Santa's LANE.

It was a long day but LUTZ of fun. Really a BALL. At last we came HOLM. There was my mother in the window, WAGNER tail . . . Hey! Where's the KEY? And Mom WARNICKEd me, since none of the humans would be home. Oh well, it really was a nice day, at least WEBERwise.

ME'ANS my big mouth GRAY clouds ahead!

By the way, Merry Yuletide to Y'all, and a Bonne Annee to the rest of 'ya.

MORFIT, THE BOOGLE,
THE FINKS,
BOOGLE GLOMMERS,
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