'Twas the week before Christmas when all through the house, stuff was getting done, but not by a mouse. The stockings were hung, by the chimney with care, they have to be filled, insert a swear word here.
Christmas morning broke clear and cold. All the soldiers waited quietly in their trenches. When it seemed that no one could stand the waiting any longer, one soldier climbed out of his trench. He waved a white flag.
In my opinion, there can never again be anything as magical as Christmastime during my childhood in the 70's. Sure, every kid dreamed about the toys and presents they hoped to receive, but it was so much more than that.