A Visit From Saint iFurnishings

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

every room seemed so shabby and somewhat austere –

in need of new furnishings for Christmas this year.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

Right next to that raggedy old sofa and chair.


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Settled down in a bed that was hurting our backs!

Our dreams were made of new furniture galore –

Serta, Ashley, Standard, and more!


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.


When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But an iFurnishings delivery truck parked in the drive

filled with furniture, for every room, in every size!


With a delivery man, so lively and quick,

he furnished each room lickety split!

Sofas, chairs, tables and lamps –

Now our house was a home all comfy and new,

Just in time for the holidays, thanks to iFurnishings’ crew.


His work was not done – he had more stops tonight. 

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,



*poem based on “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement Clarke Moore*

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