Twas the afternoon before Christmas.

And all through the house, not a creature was stirring (or so we thought).

The child was nestled all snug in her bed (as it turns out, not so much).

And mamma in her apron with Big Papa by her side,
had just settled our brains (because it had been one of those sorts of days).

When in the next room there arose such a clatter,  we sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter.

May your holidays be filled with peace–and maybe even quiet.

Take the road less traveled, Beth