harry strasil
12-03-2009, 9:44 PM
Twas the Night Before Christmas about 2350 to be exact,
and I was asleep before my head and pillow made contact.
As I dreamed of a new tool in the package with my name under the tree,
I heard the sweet sound of a sharp plane blade cutting thru the wood of a tree.
I am dreaming I'm sure says my conciencse to me,
Then I hear the faint sound of chisel paring the same tree.
All thru the night the visions of what may be in the box,
Continued to trouble my mind like a pox.
The Alarm went off and out of bed I jumped,
And down to the basement shop I clumped.
Boy what a mess of shavings did abound.
As I looked around.
I know I cleaned up before I left,
And on the bench was an open can of deft.
Setting next to the finished hutch for ma,
Now I am in Awe.
Did I dream of elves in the shop all night,
Or did I sleep work till mornings light.
Wondering.
and I was asleep before my head and pillow made contact.
As I dreamed of a new tool in the package with my name under the tree,
I heard the sweet sound of a sharp plane blade cutting thru the wood of a tree.
I am dreaming I'm sure says my conciencse to me,
Then I hear the faint sound of chisel paring the same tree.
All thru the night the visions of what may be in the box,
Continued to trouble my mind like a pox.
The Alarm went off and out of bed I jumped,
And down to the basement shop I clumped.
Boy what a mess of shavings did abound.
As I looked around.
I know I cleaned up before I left,
And on the bench was an open can of deft.
Setting next to the finished hutch for ma,
Now I am in Awe.
Did I dream of elves in the shop all night,
Or did I sleep work till mornings light.
Wondering.