The Night Before Christmas.

T'was the night before Christmas

and all round the house

the garden was covered

with snow and with ice.

(Say that in a posh voice and it will rhyme.)The air was all still

as I marched round the hill

with cards from afar

left safe in my car.

Two sons then came down

with food bought in town

and stored in the car

by their Ma and their Pa.

Then off sons did trot
to the Muddiford Inn
but no bus to be got
so a bit more walkin'.

Not much to buy
when to town they did go,
but they gave it a try
before meeting big bro'.

Down motorways long
from the north he had come
for the call it is strong
to spend Christmas at home.

Now all are home safely
Christmas can start.
With Jesus and family
close to my heart.

Disclaimer - I'm not a poet, and I do know it.