Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Candles were flickering, the light it was dim
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Candles were flickering, the light it was dim
The log fire was burning, the weather was grim
Outside it was fierce, with the snow and the ice
But inside was warm, cosy and nice.
When suddenly there came such a rattling clatter
Everyone startled … what was the matter?
Could it be reindeer on the pavements outside?
“He’s here, he’s here” the children all cried
But looking out through the cold frosted glass
T’was no sign of reindeer on pavement or grass
Yet the noise it continued it’s rat-a-tap-tapping
It wasn’t a hammer nor people clap-clapping
The mystery grew deeper, it wasn’t a car
Nor herds of horses, nor sheep going “Baah”
It was more like a woodpecker pecking a log
“Oh no, not again!!”, it’s John on his blog.
Merry Christmas and a happy, peaceful and healthy New Year to you all.