Twas the Night Before Christmas - Storage

Twas the month before Christmas And all through the house The storage was low Hardly a crumb for a mouse. The shelves were about empty, Oh, what a plight! The wolf’s at the door, And no money in sight. All the children were nestled To keep warm in their bed, Hoping that before long They surely would be fed. The prophet had counseled “Each one be prepared,” We had procrastinated the day, Why hadn’t we cared? ALAS! “Twas only a dream”, But that didn’t’ matter I jumped from my bed Making a loud awful clatter. Away to the basement I flew like a flash, Stumbling over boxes and bottles, Along with some trash. As I surveyed my storage, With eyes all aglow The security of filled bottles All straight in a row Filled my heart with a warmth And my eyes with a tear To think I had food to last us a year. This feeling of warmth And security too, Is what we as your friends Wish for you. So put gifts of storage Under each Christmas tree For those on your list, Is our warmest plea, Give honey, give sugar, Give flour or wheat. Give milk, give salt, Give something to eat. And you’ll hear them exclaim, When Christmas is here, “Thank-you so much, It will be a good year.” Author unknown (If you know, tell me :) ) This was handed out to my wife’s Relief Society (Womens Group at Latter-day Saint Churches)