<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5b1e/xcyn0xz32q8btt86g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Oopsy Bells <br/></span></strong></div></div><br/>Aging is all relative I figure.  Jaclyn seems focused on that.  Maybe.  A little?<br/><br/>I think, not for a long while; after all, clever thoughts can just come quickly and naturally.  “Stand next to Taffy Jaclyn.  You’ll feel younger.”  . . . “And, of course, look younger.”<br/><br/>Looking around, it seems like I might be best ‘suited’ for a task at hand.<br/><br/>“Clearly, based on my hat, I am a bribable emissary of St. Nick.”  AND “My gift to Jaclyn, I mean birthday gift, is to give her the gift of clemency.  That’s sort of like myrrh.  I’m authorized.  No bribe necessary.”<br/><br/>“All others, I will speak to Mr. White Beard, the Jolly Guy, Nick to his friends and try to get something under the tree for each of you.”<br/><br/>“I’m sure you’ve been good or good-ish Taffy although rumors seem to be otherwise.”<br/>