An E Streeter Christmas

'Twas the day before Christmas, the temperature was rotten
But all was not lost, E Streeters were running in Groton

A brisk 24 degrees, some decided to can it,
But all of us knew Scott needed help with his graniteA hot breakfast would be waiting, a menu most grand,
Thanks to Susan, dear Susan, coffee cup in her hand. The breakfast, you see, was the true Groton draw,
Just ask these two men, fine brothers-in-lawIn Groton on trails, the water it freezes,
Giving grown men the chance to talk about baby cheeses

Today's trails were terrific, up hills high and low,

If you got lost, no worries, Scott knew where to goSome other E Streeters were dining on hams,
While this stalwart group had to climb beaver damsThe terrain it was tough, it could set men to cryin'
But not this E Streeter, no sir, not our Ryan

We ran on the trails for quite a long while,

We get best results when we run single file

At the halfway point, Scott was just doin' fine,

Out in Groton, the home of good old-fashioned moonshine

The E Streeter bunch, in the early morning fog,

Picture taken by Barry, for use on his blogOn the home stretch we head, everyone feeling just fab
But feeling quite worried, remembering that slab

At the end, in Scott's driveway, a pooped E Streeter pup,

But Ryan's got enough energy for one last thumb's up

We laughed at the granite in spite of ourselves,

And a special thank you to Sue's two kitchen elves

All as one, we did gather, feeling quite broken-hearted,

Knowing that finally, it was time to get started

When the heavy lifting started, somehow John, he was gone

But things were under control with Andrew looking on

We began the long journey, one step at a time,

This job would have been easier when we were in our prime

John made it to the party, albeit a tad late,

He made it in time for us to pass through the gate

Thought it might not actually seem it, 700 pounds were quite hard,

An eternity later, and we made it to the yard

With John ably shouting our paces in reps,

We began the tricky process of tackling the steps

Then Scott had a revelation, he said Holy Spit!

I don't think I measured if this thing it would fit!

With Sue looking on, her nerves quite a wreck,

We finally made it onto the back deck

With words of encouragement from Heather, Court, and Sue,

We said okay, we're here, NOW what do we do?

I know Scott was grateful for the help from his chaps,

But really, the day, it was saved by the straps

The stove slab did get planted with guts, brawn and hustle,

Good thing Scott's got friends who boast lots of muscle

We sat down to breakfast, pretty soon it was gone,

And all around the table, everyone asked "where was Sean?"

There were eggs, there was bacon, there were vitamin waters,

And for Scott and I, our two beautiful daughters

As we left from the Spences, saying bye to our bros,

We yelled Merry Christmas, and of course, Carlooooooos!

Merry Christmas to the entire extended E Streeter family!