‘Twas the Night Before The Night Before Christmas


iu‘Twas the night before the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
It was panic and mayhem.
With one angry spouse.

No gifts could be found,
Wrapped under the tree,
For the husband procrastinated,
‘Til December twenty-three.

The children were restless,
The wife was a wreck,
What was he thinking?
No plan or rain check.

The dad shrugged them off,
He was calm and collected,
For a surgical shopper,
And a mall well dissected.

His plan was a simple one.
He’d leave in the morn,
And when he returns,
To appease the forlorn.

Yet what he neglected,
Was a gaggle of loafers,
He was only but one,
To shake his composure.

By the night before Christmas,
The dad would soon learn,
That shopping this season,
Is a tormenting concern.

So what is the lesson,
The moral to glean?
That shopping and Christmas.
Are best done in June.


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There is nothing about me that is more interesting than you. I am a man. I have a wife and family. I have a career. I have two dogs. I
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4 Responses to ‘Twas the Night Before The Night Before Christmas

  1. Tony Trudgian says:

    Way to go Tim! From someone that doesn’t like writing poetry. I’m impressed! Merry Christmas my friend.

  2. Pat says:

    I know of people who only shop on Christmas Eve. They are insane. Love it. See you tonight.

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