Twas christ Eve here on FABO, nary a Ford in sight (except at Stephens) finding a Visa for Chin no longer a plight. Craig’s kin folk all made it in, and Willie is cussing push buttons like Sin. Frank and Fred are frozen, the Space Force was selected and Hoppy was not chosen. Tim is now reunited with his Bride while Chrises fire extinguisher does hide. Pete is making coffee and Eric is thinking perhaps his dual carbs are sloppy. Tike must trudge on to work, selecting a bourbon is something Mike will not shirk. My cousin Mike up on the hill sips Crown and sinks the eight ball. Rusty is chasing cats and does not know which one to call. I think I got y’all!
Have a great Christmas!