Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The dishes were washed, the chores were all done.
In hopes that tomorrow there would be sun.
The children were snuggled all warm in their beds.
While visions of snow flakes danced in their heads.
And me in my jammies and George with no cap
had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out in our yard there arose such a clatter
George sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew in a flash
tore open the blind and threw open the sash
The streetlights shone on the new fallen rain
and the wind blew and blew again and again.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear!
A whole freakin' TREE leaning to near.
