‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The stockings were hung on the mantle with care,
covering the missing tiles that hopefully would soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
with visions of a finished playroom dancing in their heads.
As the night wore on, things started to get hazy,
working on another DIY remodel, I thought I must have been going crazy.
So many things still to do, including choosing new sinks,
way too many sleepless nights have started driving me to drink.
To help prevent my family from going mental,
the next time were definitely moving into a rental.
When from outside there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew in a flash,
only to have the glass fall out, with an all mighty crash.
The moon was shining on the fresh fallen snow,
which couldn’t contain the mess spread out below.
I looked and I waited for something to appear,
alas, nothing was moving, not even a single mule deer.
There I stood, dreaming about my new countertops,
when I heard a pitter and a patter coming from my rooftop.
As I drew in my head, and started to turn around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came in with a bound.
A wink of his eye and a shake of his head,
He let me know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk.
Ah, my friend he quickly stated – do not despair
here call my friends to get your house finished and repaired.
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he then rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
Then I heard him exclaim, as he rose out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”