'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but Fido left paw prints and toys everywhere.
Poor Ma in her kerchief was starting to fret. I hugged her and told her there's no need to sweat. "A bottle of Hardwood and Laminate you see, restores shine, cleans spots, and leaves floors streak free."
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, I sprang to the window to discover the matter. I stared out the glass like a holiday dreamer, so glad I had used my Foaming Glass Cleaner.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear? But a shiny red sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. In less than an instant I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew down the blinds and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. His eyes, how they twinkled. His dimples, how merry! His suit was bright red just as was customary.
An expensive cigar he held tight in his teeth, while the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
I never knew Santa smoked more than his pipe. Good thing Smoke Odor Eliminator works in one swipe. With a really quick shake and a spray from the can - no more smell is there left from this jolly, fat man.
He must have been hungry, to the kitchen he ran. He found our cold pizza - and then found a pan. The children were nestled, all snug in their beds, while visions of pepperoni danced in Nick's head.
The sauce how it bubbles, the cheese how it melts. Is there something burning? Is smoke coming out? The pizza was ruined, the oven was a mess. Oven & Grill Cleaner - Santa could use no less.
Santa was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot and this fur was all covered in pizza and soot. He rushed to the sink and took the soap to his hands. The soot rinsed down the drain like those hourglass sands.
The bad thing with fur is it really does shed, so the sink soon resembled a Persian cat's head. The drain was soon clogged with mozzarella and hair; good thing by 10 Minute Hair Clog Santa did swear.
The stress of the evening made Santa quite weary. He needed something to make him more cheery. He went to the cabinet and what did he see? A bottle full of sparkly, red burgundy. All dear Santa wanted was one little sip, but that little sip caused quite a big drip. The drip fell on white carpet, needing more than a blot!, so the Oxy Stain Remover was needed for that spot.
As if afraid of what he might destroy now, Santa filled all the stockings then turned with a bow. "Sorry for my spills and the smoke and the fur, please send me the bill for any cost you incur."
Then laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to his deer gave a whistle. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of site, thanks to Zep Commercial for saving the night!