T'was twelve days before Christmas

And all through the Mist Room

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a woodworker.

Then in burst The Robbie, The Connie,

The Linda and others too

Scattering turkey and ham

The salad and goodies too.

Along came the woodworkers

Their wives trailed behind

Carryings gifts and boxes

And their appetites too.

A great feast was started

Good conversation all around

About miters and dovetails

And plane irons hollow ground.

Then all eyes were turned

To the gifts on the tables

As visions of clamps, drill bits and saws

Danced in their heads.

One gift was opened, then another

And another

Until one person yanked

The gift of another.

Then chaos began as gifts that were stolen

Passed from person to person and kept rolling

The gnashing of teeth, breast beating and sobbing

Didn't keep the gifts from the robbing.

The Linda announced in a voice that was choking

The 10 o'clock closing was fast approaching

The folks all got into a frightful scurry

To clean up the place in a hell of a hurry.

The hard won gifts they clutched them all

As they hurriedly exited the hall.

As the lights were turned out

Someone said without a pout

"What a helluva party, what a ball

And a Happy Holiday to all!"