’Twas the night before Christmas here on the farm, not a creature as stirring out in the barn. The boots were placed by the back door with care at the hopes of not hearing mama holler, “No mud through ...
’Twas the night before Christmas, when all ’cross the state,Folks refreshed their forecast apps, accepting their fate.For December in Wisconsin is anyone’s guess“Will it snow? Will it rain? Will it… ...
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