Twas the night before last, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung so the Free dog couldn’t reach,
in the hopes that presents would soon be in each.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new cars danced in their heads.
And mamma in her flannels and I in my cap
had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When down in the living room arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
… and sure enough – the Christmas tree had fallen over.
Why is it these things always happen at 3 a.m.?
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