12/24/2024
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
a cold draft was blowing, chilling each spouse.
The stockings were hung, from the chimney with care,
As they rustled in the breeze, from the draft always there.
The children were nestled, all snug in their bed,
With vision of Power tools, dancing in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Lay awake hearing the drip, from the faucet and Tap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I saw through my window, an aluminum ladder.
And what to my wonderous eyes should appear,
My trusted Handyman, who is always just near.
In a flurry of skill, through my home he did fly,
attacking task after task, wherever they lie.
With a wink of his eye, and a turn of his wrench,
he unclogged that drain, and got rid of that stench.
The hinges in cupboards, which squeaked upon use,
he'd made them brand new, despite years of abuse.
Each task he did conquer, each job done complete,
with a genuine smile and a demeanor upbeat.
Some sealant and foam, was the last of his tricks,
The draft went away, for the chimney he did fix!
In no time at all, he was done in a snap,
as he leaped out the door, with a tip of his cap.
From his truck he did shout, as he drove out of sight ...
"MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and to all a good night!"
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