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.