Embed from Getty Images ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, The Bubbleista was trying not to wake up her spouse. I hung all the stockings by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas would put champagne in there. I knew it was time to get all snug in my bed; But visions…
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, The Bubbleista was trying not to wake up her spouse. I hung all the stockings by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas would put champagne in there. I knew it was time to get all snug in my bed; But visions of champagne cocktails danced…
