” ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
Taylor’s Butchers were buzzing, with no sign of a stop.
The knives were all sharpened, the meat case displayed,
In hopes that the customers soon would be swayed. 

The sausages were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The aroma of roasts, both tender and sweet,
Filled the air as we prepared for a festive feast. “