‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through our home
decorations are scatterd
just like in the poem.
The stockings are hung
on the mantle with care
for family we’ve lost
but will always be there.
With dishes a plenty
the table is set
Martha would be proud
with the conditions we’ve met.
Preparations are being made
for the Christmas Day Feast
tons of food
including the roast beast.
Fudge on the stove
pies beginning to bake
exercise some self control
or your stomach will ache.
Later this evening
I’ll raise up a beer
a toast to Eddie
may he join us next year.
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