Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
By: Carrie Mitchell
Twas the month of Christmas, when all on the floorsEvery child was spilling, which adds to the chores.The dinner was rushed, as my wife gives a cheer.Eat it with joy, it may be the last of the year.
The children sneaking candy, into their beds,While stickiness and crumbs are what always spreads.And mamma doing laundry, thinking I JUST cleaned thatWent to get the vacuum, fighting a domestic combat.
When out in the drive there arose such a clatter,I yelled from my chair, kids see what’s the matter.No one went, not one reply.I guess I’ll get up, it’s hard work to be a guy.
The fella in maroon on the steps of my stoop,Gave the greeting of someone who knows the scoop.When did she call, I know why you’re here.Sooner Carpet’s arrived, our stains will disappear.
With a tour of the house and some clutter ditched quick,My wife’s in no mood for chatting or shtick.More rapid than eagles his hoses they came,And he pushed, and he pulled, there’s no shame in his game!
"Now Dining! now, Bath! now, Closet and Bedroom!On, Kitchen! On, Master! On Living, and Sunroom!To the top of the sofa! to the top of chair!Now spots away! Spots away! And done with flare!"
My in-laws arrive, early the next week,And complement our home, with no tongue in cheek.The carpets look so good, it surely is trueI have experienced the wonder of your SCC crew.
And then, in my mind, I hear a nice voiceSooner Carpet has made me, once again rejoice.My wife appears to have, everything in tact,Back to my chair, for a long winters nap.
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My oldest is yelling, what could be the matter?As I awake from my chair, I feel a slight splatter.Water is dripping, onto my headAnd now I am filled, will all kinds of dread.
I run up the stairs, I already feel wary!My youngest, in the bath has done something scary!His water has run and run, but not slow,And now I can see, this is no mere overflow.
As I slosh on the carpet, with wet socks and feet,My wife’s return from shopping, how will I greet?And then I remember, my cool carpet guy,Saying, Sooner Carpet restorates, and boy do we fly!
I found the number, and make the call in haste,Evelyn answers, there’s no time to waste!The house destroyed, on my watch,The water is flowing, and not like good Scotch.
She said don’t worry, I know it’s past eight,The on-call tech arrives, and does not hesitateHe comes, it’s a mess, but better I soon feelWe will be dry very soon, and hardly recall the ordeal!
Sooner Carpet has saved our bacon again,And Jim Mitchell is quickly, becoming our friend.I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,"No emergencies too late, even on Christmas night!"