'Twas The Night Before Christmas
December, 1990
'Twas The Night Before Christmaswhen all through the dwelling,The adults were unconscious, the brats had stopped yelling;The stockings were hung with a je ne sais quoiIn hopes we'd get presents (especially moi).The kids had exhausted themselves with their play,Had wrecked the house and were through for the day;And my lady and I, having earned our repose,Were contentedly snoring (or so I suppose),When soon from the living room, somebody gurgled,And I quaked with alarm, for I thought we'd been bur...
