Ad Libs: Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the second before Christmas, and all through the hut,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a buffalo.
The pants were hung by the coffee table with care,
In hopes that St. Lucy soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their bookcases,
While visions of sugar-pineapples danced in their toes.
And uncle in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap. [Read more]