Happy Christmas to All

Twas a week before Christmas when all through our house,

many creatures were stirring besides just a mouse.

A noise outside we were sure was a hoof,

was just Scritchy and Scratchy up on the roof.

Our stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

behind the moving boxes in front of the chair.

One hundred and eighty Santas came out to ski,

with free day passes and hearts full of glee.

On the crest of our street in the new-fallen snow,

we spotted a local letting his hair grow.

For Christmas Tim wanted a cool, new ski jacket,

so St. Nick brought one to suit his age bracket.

To the top of the mountain to dine with our friends,

where the fine wine flows and the fun never ends.

You'll hear us exclaim as we call it a night,

Happy Christmas to all and we hope you will write.