Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The shower walls were rubble on the floor. The hollow sound echoed through the door.
With pots and pans were strewn all around. There was nary a dish easily found.
The cabinets were in such disrepair, we hoped that the carpenters soon would be there.
The drills, the sanders, the hammers did fall. Above it all was the cry of the saw.
But through it all we did preserver with hopes that new cabinetry soon would appear.
Through two weeks of dust, noise, and surprise. Our new kitchen and bathroom appeared before our eyes.
We waved tiredly as they drove out of sight. Merry Christmas too all, and now good night.