‘Twas the night before Christmas 1972Posted: December 24, 2020
‘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.