‘Twas the night before Christmas & all through the house, not a creature was stirring while she shopped with her mouse.
Ok. Fine. All the creatures WERE stirring, but she didn’t care;
she knew her new boots soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar pumps danced in her head.
She’d found every present, the gadgets and toys:
Threats to withhold them made good girls and boys.
She bought and wrapped presents for everyone else; so she went on her laptop and shopped for herself.
When her order had shipped, she made such a clatter,
her twitter peeps were all, ‘OMG What’s the #matter!?’
…when what to her wondering eyes should appear,
but shoes, lots of shoes; we don’t sell reindeer.
Her outfit was dazzling; her shoes, a delight.
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!
*Richy T.