Amid the riotous streets of a student living area was a quaint little house with a petite pot plant at the front door adorned with xmas lights. The house was quite middle class and empty as I passed, all darkened apart from the small pot plant/xmas tree at the front…
It was 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…