’Twas the night before Christmas, all through our townhouse
Many creatures were stirring, especially this mouse!
The stockings were hung in the bathroom with flair,
Brother Tom in the basement, wrapping presents with care.
The kitties were nestled all snug in their wee sofa beds,
While visions of catnip danced in their wee furry heads.
Partner Jude in the kitchen, enjoying the news,
Me upstairs on line, writing e-mails to you.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Thinking terror or mayhem or rats in my trash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a small package truck, and the driver in tears!
The last soggy snowbank had caught his right tire,
It was firm in a pothole, and stuck in the mire.
He sprang from his seat, and cried with dismay,
“How can I deliver these presents today?”
Then spoke not a word, but went straight to the wheel,
The lug wrench and tire jack looked small for this deal.
But down came the neighbors to caucus and said,
“How can we help you, our friend, with this tread?”
And Susan and Andy and Carol and Chuck
Were out by his side offering help with the truck.
We dug and we pushed and then it was free.
The presents were on for delivery.
Of course, we all heard as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!”
Helen Waldorf
Jamaica Plain