Twas the Week before Beigh

Photo by UGGBoy UGGGirl

Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
All the windows were rattling, and even my spouse
The stockings swayed by the chimney from air
We hoped that RBA soon would be there

The children were bundled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new windows danced in their heads
And mamma in her scarf and the dog in my lap
Had just realized it’s too drafty to nap

When out on the driveway, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
But I couldn’t open the shutters or throw up the sash

Air coming in was our biggest woe
We loved our old house but not the window
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Jason Beigh and his Renewal gear

With a little old salesman, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, we would just click
More rapid than eagles, he reached where we aimed
And he measured, and figured, and followed through what he claimed

“Now Joe! Now, Jane! Now Tommy and Sue!
On Honor! On Trust! Our product is for you!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
We Guarantee! Guarantee! Guarantee all!

So impressed with RBA, we couldn’t help but to buy
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the housetop, the installers they flew,
With a truck full of windows, and many thanks too!