Grab a hot cup of cocoa, and sit back and enjoy this chilly pre-Chrismas tale………
Comet – Not the Other Reindeer (A Tale of Christmas Joy)
T ‘was two nights before Christmas and I got this sudden itch. To go and clean out my science experiment of a fridge.
I dashed across the freshly mopped floor and slid my way over to the white-colored door.
Into the door my head did crash. The door flew open and from inside a light did flash.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a spoiled carton of milk and a not-so-ripe pear.
And something red and green that was just so smelly. I’m thinking it a jar of really old jelly.
On the walls objects were splattered. Based on a taste test, it ended up being cookie dough batter.
This was a job that required the proper gear. Listen up, for soon about it you will hear.
I armed myself with a clothespin for my nose. A pair of tongs for extricating. And even a garden hose.
Over my shoulder was strewn a black plastic sack -the kind known as a “hefty cinch”. The kind that would be proudly toted by our mean friend, Mr. Grinch.
I braved my way being really tough. Removed the mess and sprayed in some stuff.
“What sort of stuff did you use for your task?” I know this is a question that you are wanting to ask.
On went some Comet, Windex, and Softscrub. And other lemony-scented cleaning products that I just love.
They all seemed to do the cleaning trick. It really was a Christmas miracle. It was simply “Fantastik”