Twas the night before Christmas
The children were nestled all snug in their beds…which adjoins this festive loo with it’s painted vanity.
When out on the lawn…surrounded by this lovely white picket fence with garland, bows and hurricane lamps…
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below…
When what to my wondering eyes should appear…more than I can possibly take in in one visit!
I new in a moment he must be St. Nick!
His clothes were all covered with ashes and soot…not in this house.