Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, pots have been clanking so loud from my spouse.
I’m standing there hung by the space-heater no-cares, with hopes of the wife accepting my dare.
The chidrenz passed out, that’s part of my plot. No force was used, believe it or not.
Carla in nighty and me in a robe. Devious thoughts in my mind I did probe.
When on our cell phones the apps began chatter, movement sensor alarm to reveal what’s the matter.
The app did we open to peer through the cam. SimpliSafe ads, I tell ya. No scam.
I knew it weren’t Santa, I’m too old for that mess, but Amazon drivers know well my address.
Out of the truck he flew. “Look out for that ice!!” He hadn’t a clue, but dodged it anyway and that’s when I knew.
Packages lined up in front of my door. No means of escape, I’ll give him what for.
But, he’s off with a sputter and away must he dash. So quick it’s likely to give you whiplash.
But I heard him exclaim, as he sputtered from sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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