Friday, 24 December 2010
Twas the day before Christmas and all through the bathroom,
Mildew was lurking – impending doom!
The caulking was put in the toolbelt with care,
In the hopes that mommy the plumber soon would be there;
The kids were all nestled in mommy's bed,
While Kids CBC distracted their heads;
Momma in her old clothes and Logan in smock,
We all settled down to deal with caulk;
When from the bathroom there arose suck a clatter,
Mommy was swearing, what's the matter?
Away to the kitchen she flew like a flash,
To find somewhere she could throw this old trash;
The new caulking went fine, she put it on slow,
Some here and some there, some up and some below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A fine line of caulk, so straight and so clear;
And laying her caulking gun aside from her nose,
Giving a nod, up from the tub she rose;
But they heard her exclaim as she moved out of site
Happy Caulking To All and To All a Good Night!
(Poem is a terribly written version of The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston)