My challenge today is to rewrite the first sentence of the infamous Christmas poem…

‘Twas the night before christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

And, of course, make it fun.  I mean, kinky.

Here’s my version…

It’s just before playtime and all of the toys are laid out,
not a crop out of place, I’m moving nervously about. 

But wait, here’s more…

Not clamp or strap missing, it’s all laid just so.
The lube is all stocked, and the batteries, full of flow,
The limits are laid bare, safewords defined.

The cross is all up, the bench is in place, 
while visions of domination take over the space.