‘‘Twas the day before Christmas and out on the bench, the Ume was swelling but not growing an inch. The blossoms are sleeping awaiting the day, when the sun will be shining to come out and play!


For one thing’s for certain, they’ll smell sweet and not stink, and the blossoms aren’t white, instead they’ll be pink!
Merry Christmas, ya’ll!!!


For one thing’s for certain, they’ll smell sweet and not stink, and the blossoms aren’t white, instead they’ll be pink!
Merry Christmas, ya’ll!!!