Well…Here it is again folks (Thanks for asking Jana).
Buon Natale Everyone!
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I have a need to post this poem I adapted (mangled) in 2013. It’s my favorite for obvious reasons. Yes…I plan to post it every year. So, for the fourthfifth time…
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa, not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)
When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties) but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)
I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too, up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!
They were dressed all in Armani, from their head to their foot, but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.
A bundle of love they had in their pack, and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!) Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)
Gian said not a word but went straight to his work and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!
He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle, and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”
