NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING....

Tis the night before Christmas 
and all through our house, not a creature
is stirring, not even...Max.
The stockings aren't hung by the chimney with care.
They are out in the garage in a box by a chair.
No one is snuggled all tight in their beds
since it's 415pm and not time for our meds.
With me in my jeans and Pat in his sweats
we had just settled down without any frets.
When out on the lake there arose such a clatter, I jumped from
my rocker to see what was the matter.
Away to the back porch I waddled so fast
slid open the door and shouted "Avast"!
For out past the seawall in a half-submerged boat
was Santa, his bags and some raindeer afloat.
He struggled to shore, all drippy and shivery
and courageously made his meager delivery.
I heard him say as he sloshed down the street
"not coming here again, you can bet your SWEET bippy
I liked Georgia better where it wasn't so nippy!"


MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!!!