Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving
Twas the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even our mouse;
Jolie had prepared all kinds of good food, In hopes that our stomachs soon would be wooed;
Connor and Camden were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of lions danced in their heads;
Michael and Greg had gone to a show,
And Evan was letting his creative juices flow.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But only Andy and Dave drinking a beer.
Not a creature was stirring, not even our mouse;
Jolie had prepared all kinds of good food, In hopes that our stomachs soon would be wooed;
Connor and Camden were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of lions danced in their heads;
Michael and Greg had gone to a show,
And Evan was letting his creative juices flow.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But only Andy and Dave drinking a beer.
