‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas

The chambers were quiet,

And Mistress would start

On a strict liquid diet.

Her wet stockings were hung

By the fireside to dry;

She’d a glass in her hand

And a warming mince pie.

She’d enjoy a few days

Of relaxation and rest,

Before returning to work

And what she loves best.

So, from Monday next week

With vigour and verve,

Normal business resumes

For those wishing to serve.

But, hurry to session

As once Jan has begun,

M will fly south

For some warm winter sun!

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas