In search of Sock…. Merry Christmas to all Twas the night B 4 ,the night B 4 Christmas , about 7 Oh clock , I sit by our tree ,lookin 4 my sock , I’ve sniffed and sniffed ,it’s no where around I will not rest til my sock it is found .., My short term memory ,isn’t that short, but my nose is assured, now’s not the time to abort, .. There R packages and boxes and bags full of stuff with ribbons an bows that should B enough , 4 all the humans that will gather round the tree , A sock with my name , oh where can will it be? , I’ve been good enough, I’m not a saint, I ‘ve never tried 2 B something I A-nt, Just being Me should B enough , now where in the heck is my sock full of stuff, Momdog just came in with a box in her hand More stuff the arrange looks like her plan on the top of the box ,something red I see It’s my sock..With my name. It’s empty.. My heart just sank 2 the bottom of my chest A day more to wait, will B a big test. Will it B full or just a Fa-sod. will I B happy or just given a nod I’ll have 2 wait for Christmas Morn 2 C what i’ll get Bummer