Thresholds

 

‘Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End

Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends;

The parties were planned by the foodies with care,

In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there;

The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans,

While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans;

When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter,

The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter;

They whistled and shouted and called each other names,

While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came;

So onto another adventure they flew

With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too—

As they continued arguing and clamoring around,

Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound;

But it wasn’t long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds,

With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.