Twas Four Days Before Christmas…

Twas four days before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a faucet was dripping–FIX THE WATER my spouse!

The towels were all hung in the bathroom with care

In hopes that I could shower and condition my hair

When under the house there arose such a clatter,

I sprang to the boathouse to see what was the matter.

There was my husband, blow torch in hand,

He’d just had a shock, the live wire unplanned

But the pump started pumping, the pipes began to sputter

Out from the faucet poured both hot and cold water!

On cooking, on cleaning, wash the dishes, scrub the floor,

Shower, shave legs, brush the teeth, condition and more!

And now I know, as we go into the night,

Wife’s threat of no shower, no cuddling, gives the husband a fright


Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

One Comment

  1. midwin
    Posted December 23, 2008 at 3:58 pm | Permalink

    A fright, indeed! Merry Christmas to all those in the great white north!

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