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Browsing Tag: desperation looks an awful lot like fear

With Apologies to Clement C. Moore

‘Twas the night before the inspection, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring–that better not be a mouse. The linens were folded, tucked in closets with care, In desperation because the buyer soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of their own rooms danced in their heads. And Dave in his sweatshirt, and I in my cap, Were just freaking out that our house wouldn’t pass. When down in the bathroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the toilet I flew like a flash, Tore open the door and cursed with some sass. The water on the floor of the half-bath–oh, no! Gave the lustre of mid-day as it spilled all below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a flood that came pouring out up to our ears. With a little old yelp, so helpless and quick, I knew in a moment we were in some deep s—. More rapid than eagles the old towels they came, And we mopped it, and shouted, and…