'twas two weeks before Christmas...

...when right on the couch

the girls ate their candy canes, quiet as a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

in hopes that more candy canes soon would be there.

When on the couch there arose such a clatter,

And what would you guess was the matter.

I saw she was chewing on plastic and swooped in with a flash,

tore open the wrapper to reveal more candy cane to mash.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

and filled her little tummy, ne’er turning with a jerk.

When her sister laid a kiss on her cheek,

she looked up with a smirk and could’ve sat there all week.

When the candy was gone, they sprang like a missile,

Away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard them exclaim, 'ere they ran out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all…Can I have another one?!"