Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
It was just Silverstarr Renovations fixing the roof,
Since Santa Came and knocked shingles loose.
Our blog post are a team effort between Matthew Dyck, Kris Kornfeld and Lee Fink.