Thresholds

<p>''Twas the weekend before Christmas, when all through the North End </p><p>Not a Walsh had his life together, not even his friends; </p><p><br></p><p>The parties were planned by the foodies with care, </p><p>In hopes that Wes and Erin would soon find their way there; </p><p><br></p><p>The men were stressing over last minute shopping lists and plans, </p><p>While the ladies were busy with work and nesting and finding the right paella pans; </p><p><br></p><p>When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter, </p><p>The Halsted dogs sprang from their beds to see what was the matter; </p><p><br></p><p>They whistled and shouted and called each other names, </p><p>While the secrets and announcements and surprises quickly came; </p><p><br></p><p>So onto another adventure they flew </p><p>With the sleigh full of Walshes, and the Commodore too-- </p><p><br></p><p>As they continued arguing and clamoring around, </p><p>Down the road an unexpected visitor came with a bound; </p><p><br></p><p>But it wasn''t long until couples were all nestled snug in their beds, </p><p>With new memories of steamy holiday nights dancing in their heads.</p>