Literature
Christmas Eve Poem: Apologies to Prof. Moore
Twas the Night Before Christmas And All Through the House, Not a Creature Was Stirring Not Even My Spouse. The Stockings Were Hanging All Soggy and Dripping, Everything Was Wet From Much Shoveling and Slipping. The Children Tuckered Out From Making a Snow Fort, Fell Soundly Asleep While Clutching Their Thick Quilt. Having Swept and Baked And Wrapped Many a Present, I Collapsed on My Bed Wishing Good Dreams Be Sent. Then Out on the Roof I Heard Such a Clatter, I Thought, "Oh My Gosh Now What's the Matter?" I Threw Back the Covers While Grinding My Teeth, I Looked Out the Window My Nose Stuck in the Wreath. I Pulled the Wreath Off And Stuck My Head Out, Only to See an Old Man, Very Jolly and Stout. I Drew My Head Back And Listened for Fear, Some Burglar was Coming For Our Presents and Gear. I Let Out a Welp, Grabbed a Hairbrush of Mine, Then Ran Down the Stairs, Hoping to Please Not Find, A Glazed Looking Fella Now Committing a Crime, Or Something Far Worse, I Cringed in My