Twas the night before vacation, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sister with the face of a mouse.
The smaller-than-usual pink Christmas tree was on the sewing table,
For laying down presents which Santa would be able.
Just about everybody was in bed,
except for me, who was not in bed.
I don’t have much else to say, except,
“I will bring back some pictures for my co-workers to accept.”
And I will try to blog — if I have Internet access — for the next few days. And if I don’t, I’ll just recap.
Tags: co-workers, Poems, possible pictures, Twas the Night Before Christmas parodies, vacation
