Jeremy's Weblog

I recently graduated from Harvard Law School. This is my weblog. It tries to be funny. E-mail me if you like it. For an index of what's lurking in the archives, sorted by category, click here.

Monday, December 22, 2003

An attempt. This may not hit the mark.

Twas the night before the night before the night before Christmas
And all through the house
The presents were sleeping
For kids and for spouse
They were wrapped in the closet
With ribbons so tight
They were battery-powered
But not on tonight
They were resting and ready
In places they hide
For gift-getting people
With mouths open wide
To tear off all the paper
And throw out the card
To be shaken and rattled
Felt if soft or if hard
So the presents were resting
As you were asleep
And you hear little patters
From small little feet
As the closet gets opened
The wrapping gets torn
Guess it can't wait three days
Until Christmas Day's morn
But there's just disappointment
The feet go away
There are no presents there
For this creature that day
He comes back in the morning
You wake with the fog
And you see who was looking
For gifts
Was the dog.