I think she’s going to need an extra jar of the chocolate rum balls hinted at in comments. Poor woman, this one had to give her a headache.
(with abject apologies to Clement Moore)
Twas the sleep-preferred diurnal period before the non-denominational winter celebration, when all through the dwelling place
Not a life-privileged thing was stirring, not even a member of the species mus musculus.
The gift receptacles of choice were placed by the designated location with care,
In hopes that a culturally appropriate giver of gifts soon would be there.
The people of youth were nestled all snug in their sleeping places,
While visions of diverse comfort foods danced in their heads.
And the female caregiver in her gender-neutral attire, and I in my gender-neutral attire,
Had just settled our brains for a long cold seasonal nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my sleeping place to see if I needed to call the local law enforcement officers to negotiate.
Away to the window I flew like a very fast…
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