'TWAS THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS'

Twas the night before Christmas
and all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Except me and a mouse.

The stocking I hung with
a hope and a prayer
Using scotch tape and pins,
Not a tack anywhere.

And Momma in her robe
with the fuzzy, pink nap
Had retired to our bedroom
with presents to wrap.

When what with my
wondering ears do I hear;
But, " I need more scotch tape!
Will you bring me some Dear? "

Away to the stockings
I flew like a flash
I had used all the tape
Yes I know, that was rash.

In the bedroom I found
that my wife had made do;
Resourceful as usual,
with model plane glue.

One look in her eyes
and I knew I was right
After wrapping six gifts,
she was high as a kite.

I finished the wrapping
with liberated tape,
the stockings I'd cleverly
pinned to the drape.

I had just gone to sleep
when alarmed by a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
to see what was the matter.

The drapery had fallen
and I knew who to blame
Then a small voice behind me squeaked,
"SANTA CAME!"

As told and wrote by L.Gruber@1991