‘Twas the night before Christmas
The chambers were quiet,
And Mistress would start
On a strict liquid diet.
Her wet stockings were hung
By the fireside to dry;
She’d a glass in her hand
And a warming mince pie.
She’d enjoy a few days
Of relaxation and rest,
Before returning to work
And what she loves best.
So, from Monday next week
With vigour and verve,
Normal business resumes
For those wishing to serve.
But, hurry to session
As once Jan has begun,
M will fly south
For some warm winter sun!
