Friday, December 9, 2011

Twas The night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Everyone was freezing even the mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that a Boru stove would soon be there The children were perished and froze to the bed While dreams of a woodburner entered their head And dad in his coat and mum in her cap Had just settled in for a perishing nap Then out on the lawn arose such a bang I looked out the window and saw a Boru Stoves van The driver was huge and he wore a red suit And the passenger he had only one tooth They entered the house with a box on their back With all of their tools in a big red bag They finished their work as quick as a flash And left through the door with a small bag of trash We jumped out of bed and down the big stairs We went through the kitchen and around the chairs We went into the next room over by the alcove There perched on its throne sat a Boru Stove It was crackling and glowing as I sat on my seat It had natural convection aswell as radiant heat The house was warm for the first time in years I was so happy I almost shed tears My Boru Stove burns coal and wood I stand back in awe like anyone should Have a warm and wonderful Christmas from all the BoruStoves team!

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