Ode to a Christmas Morning
When down in the garage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the cellar I ran down the stairs,
leapt over the dog and knocked over some chairs.
The fluorescent lights that lit the concrete floor
Made me squint my gaze as I entered the door.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big green egg, and various grilling gear!
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