Christmas Presence

'Twas several days before Christmas, when all through the Poplar,

 

We watched the snow fall (and the weatherman's doppler).

 

The stockings were hung on the French doors with care,
Before getting shipped to Boise by air.

 

The table was ready for dinner with friends
Aha!, here they come, just sliding 'round the bends.

I ran to the kitchen to cook up the gnocchi
And we drank schnapps and wine just to get extra joke-y.


Our after-dinner games are known to invoke so much laughter

We'll remember these nights for years and years after.

(stay tuned for more corny Christmas poetry rip-offs!!)