'twas the day before Christmas
The sun was brightly shining
The rooster was crowing
And Molly was barking.
Rosie was preparing
To launch her attack
At the loved-up cicadas
Singing out back.
The builders had finished
The lawns had been mowed
But the house was not ready
For Santa's next load.
Books from the publisher
Stacked high on a chair
Cat fur and dust
Still covered the stair.
Paper and scissors
Name tags and tape
A massive clean-up effort
Will need to take shape.
But first there's a list
That demands our attention
Of groceries still needed
For feasts yet unmentioned.
So Franciska had better
Round up the lasses
Get over her flu
And go join the masses.
Once the shops have been conquered
We may have a wee rest
Then it's back to the grind-stone
So the house looks it's best.
In the evening we'll rest
Perhaps sleep in late
From this day we must recover
For tomorrow we celebrate!!?
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