Twas the month before Christmas and all through the house;
All

of the creatures were stirring, although not a mouse;
The stockings are now hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicolas soon will be there;
The children they helped, not nestled in bed, my Son is the tallest and stood for the star;
The tree is now lit, the space is ready, all that remains is to fill it with love...

and my kids remind me... presents...