'Twas Christmas Eve in Gander and all through the land
Not a creature was stirring, except for Diane
She tossed and she turned in her army cot bed
But all the while slumber would not visit her head
Then from the cafeteria arose such a clatter
That she sprung up and dashed to see what was the matter
Amidst broken crockery and spilt milk all slick
Looking miserable there in the middle sat Nick
His cheeks red as roses and his ears all flushed pink
As he gazed up forlornly 'twixt her and the sink
"I noticed you couldn't seem to get off to sleep"
He mumbled, his voice sounding quiet but deep
"So I thought perhaps I would pour you some tea,
But instead it has ended up all over me!"
Diane tossed back her head and she laughed loud and merry
Until red in the face, like a bowl full of cherries
"Oh, Nick" she declared, "how thoughtful, how sweet
Perhaps instead we could have something to eat?
Let me help you get up. You're really too kind!
Now here, take this tea towel, I'm sure they won't mind"
As she mopped him down and offered her hand
His eyes looked to her, prayed she'd understand
All this was for her, the phone calls, the tea
Even the screech-in, he thought without glee
"For you I'd do anything" he said, right and true
"Diane, I'd give anything to stay here with you"
At this, she smiled and her lips they did lift
As she whispered "Let me give you your Christmas gift"
As the clock struck twelve and she planted a kiss
He thought if only each Christmas could start off like this...
And from then on they have, in the Marson household
They'll stay up 'til midnight, or so I am told
They'll exchange gifts with a kiss and a hug
But the best gift of all is each other's love