Friday Night with the Hoo's.

Every Hoo down in Broomhooville, the tall and the small peeked out their windows to watch the snow fall.
"Dat one, I yike dat one," Nolan Hoo said with a shout.
"The one I like is better," Danny Hoo boasted without a doubt.

The snow fell and fell, drifting by and by
Until the biggest snow piles were taller than the smallest Hoo
when they stood side by side.

So in the warmth of our home,
we cozied up with some soup,
Papa's potato, to be precise,
We were warm, we were cozy,
In fact, the snow was quite nice.

We danced in the kitchen to oldies with glee
Because mama said that we couldn't turn on the TV.
So Daddy strolled around, guitar in hand
So little boys could "dance" around the land.

With moves like the Nolan two-step,
which is just marching up and down,
Or Danny just spinning around and around.

And then, whose idea it was is unknown,
But the decision was made for a Toga Party in our home.
So cute were the little Hoo's tripping over their attire
We giggled and giggled until our sides were on fire.

In the morning we didn't arise and hold hands around a tree.
It wasn't Christmas, and we didn't sing.
But Mama Hoo was not a Grinch when she awoke that day,
Who knew she didn't need coffee?  She just needed to play.