'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!”