a Survivalist Night before Xmas

Twas the month before ChristmasAnd all through the houseThe storage was lowHardly a crumb for a mouse.
The shelves were about empty,Oh, what a plight!The wolf’s at the door,And no money in sight.
All the children were nestledTo keep warm in their bed,Hoping that before longThey surely would be fed.
The prophet had counseled“Each one be prepared,”We had procrastinated the day,Why hadn’t we cared?
ALAS! “Twas only a dream”,But that didn’t’ matterI jumped from my bedMaking a loud awful clatter.
Away to the basementI flew like a flash,Stumbling over boxes and bottles,Along with some trash.
As I surveyed my storage,With eyes all aglowThe security of filled bottlesAll straight in a row
Filled my heart with a warmthAnd my eyes with a tearTo think I had foodto last us a year.
This feeling of warmthAnd security too,Is what we as your friendsWish for you.
So put gifts of storageUnder each Christmas treeFor those on your list,Is our warmest plea,
Give honey, give sugar,Give flour or wheat.Give milk, give salt,Give something to eat.
And you’ll hear them exclaim,When Christmas is here,“Thank-you so much,It will be a good year.”
Author unknown (If you know, tell me )