12/24/2022
T’was the Night Before Christmas at Little Shop of Soil:
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
Not a single pest was stirring, not even one mealie bug
The macrames were hung in the window with care,
In hopes that a new plant delivery would soon would be there.
The ferns were sleeping all snug in their pots,
With sweet dreams of Christmas time filling their fronds
And I in my apron, and Richard in his tool belt,
Had just settled down after a very long floor plant repot.
When out on the sidewalk there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the stool to see what was the matter.
I ran to the window - oh, what would I find?
I opened the door and threw up the gate.
The moon shining bright on the new-fallen snow
Lit up very clearly the scene down below.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a magical truck, on four giant wheels!
When I saw it I was excited because
I knew that the driver must be Planta Claus.
More rapid than eagles the rolling carts they came,
Planta whistled, and shouted, and called each new plant by name!
"Now alocasia! now, calathea! now, Peperomia and philodendron!
On, fittonia ! On, anthurium! On zz and pothos!
To the top of the shelves! to the top of the greenhouse!
Now grow away! Grow away! Live away all!"
As dry leaves that get caught in a gust of wind fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, climb to the sky.
So to the end of the street the delivery truck flew,
With a cargo full of plants headed to the next stop, and old Planta Claus too.
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
🎄 🎅 🎁 ☃️ ❄️ 🥂
