Art Lee: A tale in rhyme from a past Christmas time (with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
Once upon a midnight dreary
As if someone were gently tapping
Tapping on our bedroom door.
“Twas the kids! and nothing more.
Said two small voices (there are no more)
“Whad-ja doin’ Dad upon the floor?”
Quoth their father, “Shut the door.”
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