Secret Santa Poems
Lassie-pants, please! I'm the one telling the story, and the spirits were very clear about who is and who is not allowed to interrupt me. And they say you need to be quiet and listen; it'll do you good! Besides, it's my Christmas party.""Actually, this is a Department Christmas party, Mr. Spencer," the Chief said, raising an eyebrow. Shawn glanced at her and shrugged."I've heard it both ways," he said. "But the spirits insist that they want me to say this poem, as a Christmas present from me—them to you. And to all you lovelies in the audience here, isn't that right? Can I please continue, Chief? It's for the kids." He made such a sad puppy-dog face that the Chief rolled her eyes.