Twas the Night Before Christmas, and at the Bourne's house, every creature was stirring...guitar hero brought down the house.
The children were laughing, content in their play, while parents and grandparents did puzzles all day.
All family had gathered, brought in from the cold - and food was the theme, to delight young and old.
The table was laid, with all the trimmings and trappings - and a who-feast assembled, whilst young Ashley was napping.
All the Bourne's down in Bourne-ville, the young and the old, sat down to a feast, and Bumpa, himself, carved the roast-beast.
All family had gathered, brought in from the cold - and food was the theme, to delight young and old.
The table was laid, with all the trimmings and trappings - and a who-feast assembled, whilst young Ashley was napping.
The presents, how beautiful, the atmosphere, how merry, but that nativity scene, had things old, young a hairy.
Mary and Joseph, narrated by Bumpa, arrived hand-in-hand, while the inn-keeper was cold, despite their demand.
Two tiny shepherds, watched over their sheep, while Ashley, the angel, stole the show without peep.
A single young wise-lady arrived with some gold, and the entire nativity story was told.
The children, so sweet, took a bow, and applause - this type of Christmas beats out good old Santy Clause.
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