'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas,  And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except for me,  Fumbling with wrenches, feeling quite peeved.  The unwrapped packages, in a festive display,  Mocked my ineptitude, as the hours did slip away. The bikes, unassembled, stood like giants in wait,  Their chrome and rubber glinting, mocking my fate.  A million pieces, a jumbled mess,  Defying my logic, causing me stress. But fueled by coffee and Christmas cheer,  I persevered, ignoring my growing fear.  With each bolt tightened, and each pedal in place,  The bikes took shape, a triumph in my face. Now with the bikes complete and the house filled with cheer, I closed my tired eyes, no worries to fear. For the children's excitement, the joy in their eyes, Made every struggle, every challenge, a worthwhile surprise. So let the bells ring, let the carols resound, For Christmas is here, and magic abounds. With loved ones gathered, and heart...