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