‘Twas the night before Christmas 1972
Posted: December 24, 2020 Filed under: Uncategorized 4 Comments‘Twas the night before Christmas and I was eleven,
Our house was full of people aged 90 to seven.
Our Christmas Eve party in 1972
had hundreds of friends and their relatives too.
My father he made the famous Christmas Oyster Stew
While Children ate ham biscuits and lots of cookies too.
After everyone left full of Joy and nog
We stoked the fire with one last log.
My father too full of bourbon Milk punch,
Woke me from from my slumber to help him a bunch.
A big wheel from Santa was causing him pain,
He needed my young, less polluted brain.
“Leave off that noise maker,” he said in a stupor
So I threw it away, thinking that would be super.
The next morning when my sister discovered her toy,
She jumped right on it and rode off like a boy.
“It’s broken,” she cried as she rounded a corner
Her sad face gave her the look of a mourner.
“Your sister can fix it. She’s better than Santa.”
I gave him a look that was no hosanna.
So through the garbage and trash, from the party I sorted
The number of liquor bottles should have gotten us reported.
Under the last bit of crackers and Brie I spotted the thingy,
Which made the click sound that made a Big Wheel zingy.
It took me all day to undo all the doing,
To fix the toy that had set Santa stewing.
So the moral of the story is clear you can see,
Don’t drink lots of drinks until all the toys are under the tree.
Less Dana, More Good 
Dear Dana; wishing you and your family the best possible Christmas and with the hope that 2021 brings you a shot in the arm as soon as possible. While I have only met you in person on a few occasions your daily blog (must reading for Sandra and me) has allowed me to get to know you well, however vicariously. Your Canadian Friend – Stuart
Stuart, Merry Christmas to you and Sandra. I look forward to the time when travel is an option and I hope to see you all in person again.
This reminds me of the rainy Christmas in 1976 when Santa brought two big wheels (assembled WITH clickers) . The boys rode around inside our B small house all morning so that a few shots of bourbon might have brought relief-as it was, we had white wine…and after a long Christmas Day, some peace when the big wheel drivers were in bed!
Great poet!
On Thu, Dec 24, 2020 at 6:49 PM Less Dana, More Good wrote:
> dana lange posted: ” ‘Twas the night before Christmas and I was eleven, > Our house was full of people aged 90 to seven. Our Christmas Eve party in > 1972 had hundreds of friends and their relatives too. My father he made the > famous Christmas Oyster Stew ” >