Twas days until winter, when all through the yard
Not a creature was stirring, not even a canard.
The leaves were all raked and tucked around bushes,
So no freeze could harm roots, branches, or tushes.
The shrubs and the trees were all snug in their beds,
While visions of spring danced in their heads.
The pines in their glory, the trees without sap,
Had just settled their branches for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
MissHarleyQuinn went out to see what was the matter.
Away to the yard she flew like a flash,
standing in s Pj’s and sleep still upon her lash.
The moon on the now clean yard,
Gave lustre of Ireland, not a canard.
When ,what to her wandering eyes should appear,
A beautiful woman and man with horns of a reindeer.
With eyes like the night and shady,
She knew at once it must be the Lord and Lady.
Her yard was all tended, neat and prepared, the couple took notice.
The woman did say ‘You made it in time, my diligent lil’Miss.’
By luck and without crack and even some sleep,
MissHarleyQuinn’s work was all done,
Before the snows fell strong and deep.
She could now settle in for a long winter’s rest,
but, before the couple left,
the Lord turned and smirked with his best,
“Sleep little Miss, because come spring you’ll have a whole new mess.”