His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His smile was gimungous! And his nose, sort of hairy.
His mouth was a grin like the Cheshire Cat,
And he looked upon me and gave my head a little pat.
“Now Brittany,” he said in his radio voice so deep,
“Go back to bed, you really need sleep.”
“But Clark!” I exclaimed with an accompanying “gasp!”
“I’ve been dying to meet you, I want this to last.”
His posture, superb, and his ears like a right jolly old elf.
And I laughed all of sudden, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke just four words, and it touched me so dear,
He jumped in the air and yelled, “I am a budgeteer!”
And laying his finger on top of his heart,
Said “don’t give up Brittany, what you do is an art.”
He sprang out the door, and caused such a clatter,
My hubby woke up to see what was the matter.
And then out of nowhere in the echo of night,
Clark Howard exclaimed, “Merry Christmas to all, and budgeteers unite!”