‘Twas the day before Christmas

‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the town
The workers were leaving their company hoe-down.
All the husbands were struck with a terrible thought:
Tomorrow was Christmas and no gift had they bought.

They’d all meant to buy things and wrap them up nice
And cover with glitter and soak them in spice.
The gift would be just what their dear spouse adored
And peace and goodwill would be their just reward.

Then out on the streets there arose such a clatter
As men charged the stores, as for what did not matter.
The shelves were all bare and the scents were all bought.
Of rings there were none and of coats there were naught.

They ran without care through the trodden-down snow.
They trampled each other through the last of day’s glow.
They bought anything that to their eyes appeared
Growing more frantic as Christmas Day neared.

Washing-up liquid and nappies en masse,
Dresses too tiny and jewels made of glass.
They knew that these gifts would cause anger and tears,
But no gift at all was the worst of their fears.

But not me, my darling, I planned long ago
To buy you a gift that you’ll love, that I know.
So here is your gift in a plain cardboard box.
A set of car wrenches and some novelty socks.


About snodlander
Snodlander is the nom de plume of Bob Simms. He is an IT trainer, but it's not as glamourous as it sounds. When he's not enthralling classes with adventures through SQL Server, he writes, draws and drinks his own home-brew. Buy his novel on Amazon Kindle at The Young Demon Keeper, It's 74p, for crying out loud!

One Response to ‘Twas the day before Christmas

  1. snodlander says:

    Just think of this as really, really early

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