Merry Christmas!

'Twas the Sunday before Christmas, when all through the condominium,
Not a morsel was eaten, not even a bare minimum.
The stockings were hung on the bureau with care,
In knowledge that the Jennings would soon be there.

The place settings and table were set,
and our appetites were whet.
And Shawn in his corduroys, and I in my sweater,
had just settled down to write this letter.
When out at the door arose such a clatter,
Shawn sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen I ran like a flash,
to grab the potatoes and begin to mash.
The hummus and dips were mixed,
and the vegetable platter was fixed.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but four Jennings and all their Christmas gear!











Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!