A Visit from Saint Shari (with apologies to Clement C. Moore)

'Twas the afternoon before Wednesday,
And all through the house,
Anticipation was stirring
For escape from The Spouse.

The home was spiffed up--
Some things done with great care,
In hopes that Saint Shari
Soon would be there.

The house wasn't dusted,
But the toilets were swished;
The sheets were all clean.
It was all that we wished.

When out on the lawn,
The Tahoe arrived,
Bringing sister to Plainfield
On a visit contrived!

We talked and we ate,
And we raised a few glasses;
"To us!" we declared
Before we fell on our arses.

We ran a few errands,
Enjoyed our sorority;
Then had to end
And go back to reality.

She left as she came,
On a wing and a prayer,
In hopes things at her place
Would all be still there.

Saint Shari's my sister
Whose love is so steady.
We both needed her visit;
I miss her already.

I heard her exclaim
Ere she drove out of sight,
"I hope to be back!
Don't turn out the light!"