T'was the
The Gardners were stirring, and trying to leave the house.
The stockings were hung, not by the chimney but who cares!
We posed for a picture right next to the stairs.
With Dad in his white shirt and me with some feathers,
We headed out into the cool Vegas weather.
We dashed to the Gardners for a feast we must eat,
And then to the Petcoff's for more meet and greet.
The holiday was festive, and crazy, and quick,
We knew we must hurry home to prepare for St. Nick.
In the blue chariot we raced with seat heaters,
We must get our jammies and not be coal eaters.
We had a great night, each snug in our bed,
Dreaming sweet dreams of the blessing of family in our heads.
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