'Twas the Week before Christmas
Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
All my stuff are in boxes, and I've lots of contractor grouse.
The boxes are stacked to the ceiling with care,
In hopes that in our new home, we would soon would be there.
The children are nestled all snug in our bed,
Because the babycot we dismantled ahead.
The drawers are empty, our clothes are in bags,
Our books are in boxes, we've thrown out the mags.
Moved we should have, if not for the contractor's clatter,
For the cabinet delay is what's the matter
We wish it could be done in a flash
But it looks like there will be no Christmas bash.
The kitchen is empty, there's nothing to show
Our bed is not ready, we can't lay low.
If only we could magically make them appear,
Then we could move in our stuff and our gear.
So it looks like Christmas in our old sty
No tree, no lights, no reindeer that fly.
We'll still be merry though there's no bling,
For Christmas is all about Jesus, the birth of The King!