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lost, even with a compass
'Twas the day before Saturday, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that UPS soon would be there;
The children were restless all day at their schools,
While visions of Christmas break danced in their heads;
And ma in her 'kerchief, and I in my ball cap,
Had just settled down for a short afternoon nap,
When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun on the breast of the new-fallen rain
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my blood shot eyes should appear,
But a big brown truck, with two AL40 cylinders,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he thought he was slick.
So up to the front porch the courser he flew,
With the box full of "toys", and your bolt snaps too.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Up the stairs the driver came with a bound.
He was dressed all in brown, from his head to his foot,
A bundle of toys he had flung on the porch,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
And laying his finger (middle one I think) aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, off the porch he rose;
He sprang to his truck, and gave such a whistle,
And away he drove like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good dive."
WE HAVE TANKS!!
I think we need to do a Great Lakes Wreck Trek!!!!!!
