Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Night Before Christmas

It's the night before Christmas, and all through the house
All creatures are stirring, but thank goodness no mouse
The stockings are laying on the mantel with care
The tree is all lit with a beautiful glare
The Toddler is bathed and put into his bed
While visions of sugar cookies dance in his head
His Mommy in her PJs and Daddy in his cap
Are recovering from football and an afternoon nap
When out in the yard there arouse such a clatter
We jumped from our seats to see what was the matter
Away to the door we flew like a plane
Stepping on a race car and a little toy train
The moon in the sky was giving a glow
Highlighting the men in the yard far below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Papa and his sons each holding a beer
All ready to assemble the large present tonight
For the Toddler, from Santa, it must look just right
More rapid than eagles his instructions he yelled
And the boys all pitched in, but their beers they still held
Screwdrivers are needed, both Phillips and flat
A hammer, some pliers, and no more than that
Tab A in Slot B it is all coming together
Someone get out your iPad and check on the weather
As dry leaves that before wild Texas storms fly
The weather is holding, not a cloud in the sky
So back to their work in the glow of the moon
An evening that feels like Indiana in June
And then in a twinkling I heard in the yard
The reading of instruction from one little card
The boys were all working to finish in time
Building a fun play yard for baby to climb
The shape like a school bus with a slide in the back
Wheels that can be turned all in yellow and black
The horn gives a beep and the engine a roar
He can pull out the stop sign or open the door
They spoke not a word but went straight to their work 
Screwed in the last screw and then turned with a jerk
Then laying the hammer beside of the hose
They finished the present and to their feet they all rose
They came in the house and the team wet their whistle
Then cleaned up their mess with the handy new Bissell
But I heard them exclaim as they turned out the lights
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

















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