I found myself snoozing off a snootful too much
next to the wood stove and woke up with this red nose
which worked out well, as it was the day before Christmas.
My red nose would be a fine example when I read my kids The Night before Christmas later, as I can play the part of Rudolph most any day, but a red shiny nose will be better.
As I woke up, I noticed my pleasantly plump white-haired missus
was busy in the kitchen, her face stern, as always, concentrating. I snuck near her, my head pounding. She had her red and white checkered apron tied around her waist. A flat piece of metal, fresh from the oven, filled with decorated cookies in her hands aiming for the counter. I tripped. Fell nose first into the only spot space piece of metal not covered with cookie, and my nose got redder ( except my left nostril, on which glittered red and green candy sparkles lingered). I fell into her, also spinning her around like we used to do on the dance-floor years ago. She pirouetted, spun on one foot, two times around, into my arms. Her nose near my redder nose. She smiled. Said your breath smells like beer. But I am used to it.
I kissed her like it was Christmas.
Not one cookie was dropped. She is my gift.