A frisky Christmas poem
Twas the night before Christmas. Dad and Mum both felt frisky,
But the children were on high alert for the sleigh,
And doing the deed felt really too risky
Where vigilant children eyes and ears held the sway.
But Mother was keen, and Father was practical,
They soon cooked up a scheme, and they both went ahead -
In connubial matters, it is best to be practical:
They hitched up some bells to the end of the bed.
On Christmas they learned, with joy and delight,
That Santa came three times the previous night.
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