Twas The Night Before Christmas...

On Christmas Eve I had been sitting on my sofa,

chatting with my son.

Then I started to rewrite a poem.

I started typing ...

"Twas the night before Christmas

and every damned little mouse...."

And there in my living room appeared a not so darling critter,

warming his little self by my furnace vent.

Grumble Grumble Grumble!