Plasterers1StopShop
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A Plasterer's Christmas Tale
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
The plaster was drying and evening out.
The stockings were laid by the chimney with care,
Not hung on the wall as it was still bare.
The children were snuggled all warm in their beds
And plasterers worldwide were resting their heads.
Slumped on the sofa with a cheeky nightcap,
It took all their energy to resist a quick nap.
When out in the garden was heard a loud clatter,
But the plasterers thought, whatever, doesn’t matter.
Nothing would rouse them from well-deserved rest,
On Christmas Eve relaxation is best.
The moon on the render created a show,
of pebbledash textures in the streetlights aglow.
And shed some light on the noise we could hear,
It was next door’s decorations, huge plastic reindeer.
They’d fallen off the roof and onto the ground,
Chaos of plastic and lights all around.
More rapid than eagles the homeowners came,
And picked up the pieces, heads hung in shame.
Oh Dasher, poor Dancer, broken Prancer and Vixen,
No more Comet, nor Cupid, no Donner, no Blitzen.
From the top of the porch to the garden wall,
The reindeer had taken a serious fall.
The impact had stripped the external render,
From the porch and the walls, a possible tender.
Tired plasterers started to give their advice,
“We’ll patch it up next week, it will look nice”.
And then in a twinkling the carnage was gone,
Picked up and hidden away, didn’t take long.
The residents went back into their homes,
Shaking their heads, those poor garden gnomes.
Tired plasterers slumped back down on the sofa,
Resuming their rest and thinking to go for
a nice glass of sherry and several mince pies,
When suddenly they could not believe their eyes.
For before them there was a man in the house,
Seeming at home, supping a Grouse.
Dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and covering the whole place in a layer of soot.
St Nick had arrived, and brought with him presents,
Some for the plasterer, he hoped they were decent.
A NELAFLEX wrapped up with a brand new hand board,
New radio and work boots, wow, what a hoard!
The plasterer thanked him; it was just what he wanted,
all those Christmas wishes, finally granted.
More gifts came forth for the family too,
Books, games and clothes, even a toy igloo.
St Nick leapt away, the next job beckoned,
The plasterer was not envious, he quickly reckoned.
All those houses in just one night,
At least he wasn’t plastering, that’d never be right.
Merry Christmas, from all of us at Plasterers 1 Stop Shop - PFT Central!
