Yorkshire Writers' Lunch

  'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house           All the creatures were stirring, including the mouse.           The moths in the stocking that hung by the fire           Were the biggest e’re seen in the whole of the Shire           But down from the bookshelf, there came such a clatter           They dashed here and there; it had made them all scatter,           For the books had collapsed and the booklice were bitter.           The bats up the chimney, they set up a twitter           The beetles came wriggling out of the wool           Wher...