‘Twas the BBBBQ before Christmas, when all thro’ the tiny house…
Every builder was working, even causing a rouse;
The sheathing was hung on the dormers with care…
In hopes that our framing was all nice and square!
The loft windows were cut, from edge to edge;
While visions of BBQ steak sliders, danc’d in our heads.
And pups watched with envy, and contemplated a nap…
While Alex and Ashley, took to measuring the gap.
When Jonathan showed up, there arose such a clatter;
Because in followed Frick, Jeremy, Whit and a boisterous chatter!
Away to the loft, for our weekly photo flash . . .
Tore open some beers, and our BUILD became a BASH!
But soon it was over, as the sun sunk like a missile;
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard Guillaume exclaim, ere they drove out of sight —
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
-Jenna & Guillaume