’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
So out of his bed in the cold gray of dawn crawled dear old dad, as the others slept on.
And into the parlor he tiptoed with glee….
Ahhhh, what a wonderful Christmas ’twould be.
Without even a word he sat down on the floor,
And he knew just exactly what he come for.
Each parcel marked "boy" he gave a quick feel
Then he opened each parcel, if he found a wheel.
He looked at each label for the words "friction toy"
Then his screwdriver he quickly employ,
He’d take out the “Wizzz”… he’d take out the “whirrr"
And put them together, just right please be sure.
He slept like a baby till the rise in the sun.
He knew that next morning, the toys would still go
But that noise making "friction" was tossed out in the snow.
Speak gently… his deep sleep we won't take him from,
But I happen to know,,, his kids each got a drum.
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