Twas the night before Christmas by Bob's wife

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Bob's balls. The lanes were all closed. The lights were all dim. Everyone was happy except, for him. The leaguers were home all snug in their beds, while visions of falling pins danced in their heads. With Ma and her reading and I with my balls had just finished playing and decking the halls. When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but Fagan and Mork with bottles of beer. We invited them in to toast the new year, turns out they were early and my wife is pissed cause they are all still here. So laying a finger aside of her nose she threw them all out into the snow. But I heard them exclaim as they stumbled out of sight. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good strike. This is Bob and his family wishing everyone a Merry Christmas with the hopes that they all get what they want and not just what they deserve. Happy Bowling.