'Twas the night before Christmas and of our Holiday Fête
There were cookies to make and drinks still to get
The baking stuffs all were laid out with such care
I was in transit, but soon would be there
After a half-day of travel, into the kitchen I darted
The cookies, I exclaimed, they must get started!
There is no time to lose, we've deadlines to meet
And where would we be without cookies to eat?
The confections were plated, piled high in a dome
The guests came and mingled and then drifted home
A good night, we judged, by the crumbs on the plate
Merry Christmas to all, a week or so late!
