“…the Lady in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap…”
WHOA! Wait a minute, wrong story. Napping at the ‘Escape? What’s that? Oh, you’d like to hear our version? Well, ahem. Sure, why not;
‘Twas a week before Christmas, and I’m put to the task.
No, I ain’t done this before, now that you ask.
“Come home for the holidays” was the Boss’ request
“But it gets cold in that loft!” as one can attest.
“Time for some heat, we’ve got a woodstove right here.”
“Ah, but first, you’ll need a chimney, My Dear.“
So, laden with saw, a drill, and a hammer
Up I go, with my tools on a ladder.
With my hole cut, I pass the pipe through.
I make a connection, then another, then two!
Off to get supplies, my helper deserts.
She warns, “If you fall from up there, it HURTS!“
With my confidence bolstered, and my pride on the line…
I struggle and curse, but get done on time.
The lodge chimney is in, can’t say ’twas a breeze.
No points for decoration, but at least I won’t freeze.
You’ll have to excuse me now, for our guests are here!
We’re off shoeing and skiing, and spreadin’ Holiday cheer.
So I’ll end this post, in the fading Solstice light…
But Merry Christmas y’all, and to all a good night!