Christmas in the City
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the apartment building
Not a creature was stirring, except the noisy neighbors upstairs;
The stockings were in the laundry basket in hopes that the
maid would soon be there...
..when out on the patio deck 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 drapes and turned on the light...
...When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but the neighbor's cat and a racoon in a standoff on the fence...
Well, not as romantic or fanciful as the Major Henry Livingston Jr./Clement Clarke Moore poem but something I can relate to anyway.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good-Night"
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