Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
The boxes were stacking back from the warehouse.
The clothes were all hung in the wardrobe with care,
In hope that some order soon would be there.
We both were nestled all snug in our bed,
While visions of treasures danced in our head.
And Ian in his old jeans and I in my dress,
Had made us so happy, despite needing a press.
When into the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the front room I flew like a flash,
Tore open the cupboards and rescued the stash.
The joy of just knowing our things are now here
Means the hard work was worth it, and brings us good cheer.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my beautiful Dobbin and cake baking gear.
With a little more work and if we are quick,
we’ll be settled for Christmas and welcome St Nick.
More boxes and furniture come in through the door,
And we wonder how full we will be with much more!
We’ve fixed the TV up and opened the gin
Defrosted the turkey and filled up the bin!
We’re really not sure where our things will all go
But we’re thankful and happy that we don’t have snow.
We’ve plastered and painted and filled all the walls.
We’ve built our own kitchen and bandaged our sores.
But we’re happy and healthy, and our home’s not a fright
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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