‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house; I was walking ‘round wearing A skirt and a blouse. When in from the window There came a great light – And a big booming voice cried, “Hey! That ain’t right!” Caught like a deer In the headlight I froze – And reached in my closet For more manly clothes. With a flash of a camera I knew it too late – My picture was taken Thus sealing my fate. I rushed out the door The image to steal – As the neighbors applauded At what I revealed. With the squeal of tires The picture was gone – And I’m left alone In my skirt on the lawn. Embarrassed for sure By the neighbor’s great roar; With a bow and a curtsey I returned to my door. Sequestered again In my home all alone – I listened to messages Neighbors did phone. “Great pair of legs! You really look cute! “Wish my wife looked as good As you in that suit.” I resolve on this New Year To always take care That my clothing reflects My chromosome pair.