'Twas just days before Christmas
And all through the house
Everyone was stirring, and we just saw a mouse
The children are ripping the sheets off their beds
Visions of sugar cubes stuck in their heads.
Marty in sweats and I in my slacks,
Are running around vacuuming snacks.
When in den arose such a clatter.
I sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter.
What, with my tired eyes should I see,
But Martin and Sophie touching the tree.
"Now Martin! Now Sophie! You stop that this instant!
The tree is off limits, of that I'm insistent!"
With a wink of an eye and a twist of his head,
Martin said he'd be good and marched off to bed.