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 wasnt long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.