‘Twas the week before Christmas, and down in the shop…

… there was sawing and sanding and painting non-stop;

Tools were lined up on the bench in a row,

As a girl in her bare feet ran back to and fro;

She dreamed of night snuggled up in her bed,

But stayed up and got covered in sawdust instead;

The brooms were lined up on the bench one by one,

At midnight it started to look like great fun;

Then her focus got bad, and so did her rhyming,

And the work was only half done, so much for good timing.

To be continued…