'twas the night before runDisney, when all thro' Jambo House,
Not a character was stirring, not even The Mouse;
The compression socks where hung on the balcony with care,
In the realization that the wakeup call was ever so near (*1);
The children were nestled on the pull out sofa beds,
While visions of Dole Whips and Mickey Ears danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her running skirt and I in my wicking cap,
Had just settled our brains for a very short nap (*2) --
When out in the night arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
And tripped over the souvenirs on which I spent all my cash.