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It's Christmas Eve, and Santa has overslept! How will he ever deliver all of his presents before morning?
From award-winning author Tomie dePaola comes a witty and charming Christmas tale about Santa getting ready for his big night until…oh no, he’s really got to GO...to the potty! Hurry, Santa! No time to rest, It’s Christmas Eve. And time to get dressed! It’s finally time for Santa to prepare for the most magical night of the year! But before he can spread Christmas cheer to every boy and girl, he must hurry up and get ready. Just when he’s almost out the door, Santa runs back inside because OH NO! Santa’s got to GO! Little ones will be chuckling with merry laughter when they find out that even Santa needs to go to the potty!
From award-winning author Tomie dePaola comes a witty and charming Christmas tale about Santa getting ready for his big night until…oh no, he’s really got to GO...to the potty! Hurry, Santa! No time to rest, It’s Christmas Eve. And time to get dressed! It’s finally time for Santa to prepare for the most magical night of the year! But before he can spread Christmas cheer to every boy and girl, he must hurry up and get ready. Just when he’s almost out the door, Santa runs back inside because OH NO! Santa’s got to GO! Little ones will be chuckling with merry laughter when they find out that even Santa needs to go to the potty!
Dyviniti is on a path that leads to a world of discovery. She visits the coastal area called St. Manx Bay where she opens the door to encounters of the mysterious. She becomes acquainted with an individual with a strange, dark aura and they become friends. She encounters a handsome shadowy stranger who wants to become more than an acquaintance. Later she recognizes the man of dreams from her past and she is no longer seventeen. He resides in St. Manx Bay. Kismet has granted them The Night of the First as he uncovers there is more to Dyviniti than meets the eyes. He is intrigued by the mystery of her being. In his pursuit he reveals he knows her secrets and he too has a few. The biggest influences are yet to come as Dyviniti’s life is on a grand redesigned on the shores of St. Manx Bay in the Ligoncy Secrets.
My song lyrics were a consequence of being a captive in my automobile twice a month some years ago while driving eight hours at a stretch, mostly at night. This opportunity to reminisce made me recall incidents and people who, for one reason or another, left an indelible impression on my mind. With a small cassette tape recorder by my side, I decided one day to express my thoughts, memories, and feelings. As the words formed phrases and sentences they fell into a rhythm and evolved into melodies that became my form of self-expression for about two years. I never tried, consciously, to be poetic or profound. Writing in the first person singular seemed the easiest way to go. Taking advantage of poetic license it worked well even when I, personally, had the experience only as an observer. Because I have had no musical training I depended on a friend to transcribe the songs from tape to lied sheet form and piano accompaniment. Where I used real names, the songs were intended to be a tribute to the persons. Where a fictitious name was used, it was no less a tribute.