Merry Christmas from Powell River Books

Merry Xmas
from
Wayne and Margy
Powell River Books

www.PowellRiverBooks.com

With credit and apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Hole
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mole.
[***Oh, my garden really hopes so!***]
The lights were all hung on the porch with great care,
In hopes that work boats would see them from there.

Stick was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of mousies danced in his head.
Wayne in his USC T-shirt, and I in my Canada cap,
Went up to the loft for a cozy little nap.
[***Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.***]

When up on the cliff there was such a big crash,
We leapt from the bed in a really fast flash.
Then down to the porch we flew with a gasp,
Ran up to the slider and got a good grasp.

The stars and the moon in the sky way up high
Reflected in the lake, ready for our sleepy eyes to spy.
When what to our wandering gaze should appear,
But an aurora glittering and sparkling so near.

Then a woodrat sprang up with a buzz and a squeal,
And an owl swooped past is a large arcing wheel.
But I heard them exclaim, before they hurried out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to you, and everyone alike.”

Hope you have a wonderful holiday season!

Wayne and Margy