And all through the house
You could hear me screaming
My sewing machine is lous-
ing up these beautiful stockings
That the kids will hang by the chimney with care
If I can finish them before presents we share
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
But auntie was swearing--and ripping--and crap!
She sewed and she sewed but she needed a nap,
From the machine there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the laptop to see what was the matter.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."