Thank you for that accurate depiction of my city.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, and the ADT was disarmed so that St, Nick could enter with charm...…….and without alarm.
And me Glock? Securely locked, so Old St Nick could depart with a Merry Christmas salutation...……….. and without 'ventilation'.
Merry Xmas to you and your Yankee wife, Saltmeister.
Please share with her this Chicago update of an old Christmas poem.