'Twas the day before Christmas, when outside the house...
Two creatures were stirring, a man and his spouse.
The fascia was hung on the roof with much care...
In hopes that Grace Triflex soon would be there.
The roof was uneven, a right pain in the ass.
But we blocked it and shimmed it, with swears and with sass.
We had two boards to go when we called it a night.
Time to get cooking, to do Christmas eve right!
So away we both flew, to cook in the kitchen,
to make pie and potatoes and a big fat roast chicken.
But we loudly exclaimed, ere we walked out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”