"Twas the Week Before Christmas - Clue Number Three

The creatures have traveled for miles upon miles

With stuff in their pockets and stuff in their smiles

Lots of stuff just for you -- for your Christmas fun

They'll be at your house before day is done.

They're anxious to meet you, and gifts they don't lack

The best one of all's in the pocket in back

With a name that you'll know as soon as you hear it

Though it can be a danger, you don't need to fear it.

You might roast hot dogs on it if you were at camp.

It could keep you warm in the cold and the damp.

They say it about the pants of a liar.

What do you think it is?

It's a  K  __  __  __  __  __     F  __   __  __

'Twas the Week Before Christmas - Clue Number Two

Five creatures climbed into a great big white truck,

And they'll ride straight to you if we have any luck.

They'll ride over bridges, and mountains, and plains.

They'll ride through the snow, and the sleet, and the rain

To arrive just in time at their end destination -

Just in time for the Bowers' Christmas celebration.

Just what kind of creatures are coming your way?

Well, you'll have to guess because I'll never say.

Do you think they'll have fluff on the outside, or feathers,

Or perhaps scaly skin?  Well, it won't matter whether

They wear fur or leather, if they purr or they pounce

Because, as you know, it's what's inside that counts.

'Twas the Week Before Christmas - Clue Number One

 'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house

I heard creatures stirring. (I hoped 'twas a mouse)!

I peeked 'round the corner and what did appear?

Well, it wasn't a sleigh, and it wasn't reindeer.

Five wonderful creatures lined up in a row,

Stuffing things in their pockets and starting to go

Out the door to the east toward the bright rising sun,

And they'll end up at your house before the year's done.

Who are these five creatures?  Well, you'll have to guess.

I'll send you some clues - once a day will be best.

I've already given one, read up above,

And I'll send you another tomorrow, my loves!

Love,

Frito