Twas the night after Christmas...

Perry_3

Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house
Not a critter was moving – not even the mouse.

The kids were all wrapped in blankets with care
They were bundles so tight – even their hair.

With puffs of condensation from the fridged breaths
Mom and dad huddled close so they wouldn’t go to their deaths.

When arose from the street in a rumbling truck
A Wallie walked in – so bundled up he walked like a duck.

Never fear folks says he; Iv’e come to make it right.
Let me get down there so I can get you heat this night.

With flashlight and meter, and assorted tools
He pokes and prods until he finds the ghoul.

A simple fix – a failed part
Got one in the truck – and won’t need a cart.

A while later and a push of a button
A rewarding whoosh, and sounds like cooking mutton.

The Wallie hangs on while till mom takes off her ear muff
Making sure that the entire system is really up to snuff.

Mom and dad says thanks, and what do I owe yah
The Wallie says Merry Christmas, and I’ll se yah.

With a rumble and clatter the truck pulls away.
And the Wallie post his story of another great day.