December 24, 2007

Clue

5.    There are four of us. We are very old, but also young. We are inside and outside at the same time. And best of all--we are close to Santa. Find us and find a clue.

(this is a clue for a Christmas eve treasure hunt for my kids and their friends)

All best during the holiday season. If you have a chance, take the time to listen to Simon and Garfunkle's version of Silent Night and the 7 o'clock news.

Dec 24, 2007 3:23:09 PM | Delights

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Phone Number Trace

Happy Christmas!! Happy deciphering clues.

Posted by: Phone Number Trace | December 25, 2007 at 07:23 AM

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