It Was The Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas and in my 7th floor apartment

Not a creature was stirring, except the lead of the training department

Cup of black coffee I sip slowly in a gifted mug

Given to me for working for the company of the Pug

No cake or tree or presents or a big turkey dinner

I could cut down on the first & last as I should be thinner

A little poem I though up while on the bus trip back home. Enjoy the holidays if you have a few, enjoy your day off if you are not working tomorrow.