Hubs revised the classic poem for the Christmas Eve release of Sweet Tannenbaum!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of techno toys danced in their heads.
And kitty in his slumber, and I in my tweed,
Had just settled our brains for a short winter’s read.
When out on the book there arose such a clatter,
I sprang page to page to see what was the matter.
Away to the ending I flew like a flash,
Tore open the covers and read my sweet cache.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Haberdasher Christmas tale to bring me good cheer!