'Twas the Night Before Christmas... December 18 2010, 0 Comments

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a wrapped gift was present, note even a blouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But nothing was in them, they were completely bare.

The husbands were fretting, concerned in their beds,
While visions of angry wives danced in their heads.
And sister in her jammies, and I in my Yankees cap
Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap.

When out in West Village there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter!
Away to Greenwich Ave I flew like a flash,
Rang the doorbell at number 43 and threw up my sash.

When what to my hopeful eyes should appear,
But a vast selection of sparkly gifts; there’s nothing to fear!
Black diamonds, white diamonds, and fine metals galore
Santa himself must’ve created this store!

I phoned my father and gave him the news,
I found the perfect assortment to present to his muse.
With a wink and a smile I saw from the back,
Catherine Angiel was there to pick up the slack.

I chose a black diamond ring and was out in a hurry
To get it in under the tree before Mom awoke in a furry.
My dad was relieved and will sleep well tonight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!


Black Diamond Glam Ring