All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house on the square.
“This is stop number one,” the old Grinchy Claus hissed …
And he climbed to the roof, grocery bags in his fist.
Then he set up the tables. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He set up the bar, the kitchen, the lights
It was splendid! A riot! Oh, quite a sight!
The guests arrived, yes, with smiles oh so pleasant,
To decorate, to laugh; yes all without presents
Egg nog! And beer! More beer! Cheddar grits!
Roast-beasts and Who-pudding! And laughs, the whole bit!
Christmas Eve, for rogueApron, our guests and new friends
A holiday itself – tiny hearts tend to mend
Two sizes too small? Then, please, come and join us.
Reservations go live – 10am Monday mornings.
rogueApron’s Grinchmas Eve
8pm, December 24 • East Atlanta