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‘T’was the nocturnal time of the preceding day to the day we call Christmas

With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore 'Twas the nocturnal time of the preceding day To the day we call Christmas (which is, by the way, Just a modern twist on the eons-old fight To use feast and fire to end winter's night). And all through our dwelling (a.k.a. the house), Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. (Mus musculus is really a terrible pest, But even a pest needs a bit of a rest.) The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there (Though that old-fashioned chimney's so energy-poor That next year I'm making him use the front door!). Our genetic descendants lay snug in their beds, While sucrose-based snack foods danced jigs in their heads, And mamma in her ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 4:37, December 17th, 1997 under Blog, Columns, Science Columns | Comment now »