Twas the night before peace;
When all through the world;
The children were praying for the wars to all cease;

The stockings were hung on the line by the fire;
To dry not to be filled, since no work since August for hire;

And I in my robe and mom in her gown;
Had just settled in to our beds to lie down;

A short poem it is, when the world is torn apart;
With the economy, the politic, and Lord knows where to start.

So with a whistle and a yell, let the Holiday begin;
To forget for a moment all our troubles and then;

With a hoof and call, and a snap of his wink;
Down the chimney comes Santa to remove all the stink;

Happy Holidays!!!