Twas the night before Christmas (revisited!)
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Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Except me and my spouse

The stockings were empty,
No presents were wrapped
We were way behind schedule
And our resources tapped

The children were nestled
All snug in the beds,
While the horrors of assembling
Danced in our heads
Dad armed with a screwdriver,
Ready and poised
To build a red trike
For one of our boys.
When off in the hall
There arose a strange noise
We dove over boxes
To hide all the toys
Back to his task,
Dad cursed at his mess
I suspect he was lost,
But he'd never confess
He wrestled with parts
And fumbled with tools,
Emailed the manufacturer
And called them all fools.
After hours of struggle,
The bike finally took shape,
With a few cuts and bruises
And the aid of duct tape
He stood back and gaped
At the bike he just built
It weaved and it wobbled
And rolled with a tilt
His frustration grew;
His voice shook as he spoke
"The directions are Greek,
It's all a sick joke"
At this point he snapped,
His thinking unclear
He'll do something stupid;
This was my big fear.
He grabbed each toy's instructions,
Oh why won't he learn,
Tossed them into the fire,
Chanting "burn baby burn"
"Burn Disney, burn Huffy,
To blazes with you
Burn Fisher Price,
Playskool and Hasbro, too"
As smoke filled the room,
This was his first clue
That in a moment of haste,
He had neglected the flue
To the top of the mantle,
to the top of the wall
A black cloud developed
And ash settled on all
Soot landed on stockings
And covered the tree
And gave a look of charcoal
To all we could see
The firemen came,
This wasn't going to be fun
Seems the neighbors saw smoke
And called 9-1-1
Out came the axe,
Out came the hoses
Out came a Dalmatian
Who trampled my roses.
"There's no trouble here,"
I swore up and down
Realizing this faux pas
Would soon be 'round town
"My husband's a good man,"
I tried to explain
"The instructions weren't clear.
It drove him insane"
The fire chief nodded
And gathered his crew
Hopped onto their truck
And away they all flew
But I heard them converse
As they drove out of sight
"Her husband's the third jerk
Who's done that tonight!"

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