- 6 years ago
- Wedding: November 1999
Twas the Night Before the Wedding
‘Twas the night before the wedding, when all through the venue Not a detail was forgotten, not even a menu. The dresses were hung by the window with care, In hopes that no wrinkles would be found anywhere.
The bridesmaids were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of chiffon danced in their heads. And the bride in her hotel room and the groom buried in burlap Had just settled down for their last single nap.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the venue I flew like a flash, Tore open the front door and stepped over the cache
The lanterns on the wood of the beams of the roof Gave the lustre of candlelight to a giant tulle pouf When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But the DOC and eight little deer
With a little old leader, so lively and sanguine I knew in a moment it must be our Penguin. More rapid than eagles her helpers they came, And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Bakerella! Now Gemstone! Now pengoala and Mrs Spring! On Pantera Peach! OnTksjewelry! On Rouquine and redherring! To the top of the arch! To the top of the wall! Now decorate! Decorate! Decorate all!”
As rose petals that after the bride’s train will fly, When they meet with a white pump, mount to the sky. So over to the tables the helpers they flew, With the box full of linens and centerpieces too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the front door The rapping and knocking of someone more
I drew in my head, and was turning around, Through the foyer the bride herself came with a bound.
She was dressed all in white, from her head to her toes, And her dress was all garnished with rhinestones in rows A bracelet of pearls she had on her wrist
And she looked like a vision, just slightly pissed!
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry! Her cheeks were like roses, she looked like a fairy The hair on her head was held up with a bandeau And the veil that she wore was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pencil she held tight in her hand And a list so long it encircled her like a band She had a strange look and a phone to her ear That shook when she spoke like a too big brassiere
She was yelling and snarky, the dark side of herself And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself! A wink of her eye and a twist of her head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, And filled all the vases, then turned with a jerk.
She folded the napkins in the shape of a fan And giving a nod, out the back door she ran!
She sprang to her limo to her team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight, “Happy Wedding to all, and to all a good-night.
All the Best of the Holiday Season to us all!