‘TWAS THE ALTERNATIVE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas and from our abode, I could see the lights glowing, On Pebbleditch Road. The stockings were hung, By the chimney with thought, And up on the mantle, A small glass of port… And a mince pie for Santa, And carrots and fruits, For his bold, faithful reindeer, Such elegant brutes. […]