'Twas time to lower the furnace when all thru the house
Not a tradesman was stirring, not even the help (That louse!)
The living room floor was pried open (site of a future fireplace),
Boards set aside, making a mess of the place.
The makeshift scaffold and boom were set with great care,
with the hopes of getting the furnace to the basement ~ down there.
All things were set, when what to my wondering eyes,
Dirk grabbed a palette jack of biblical size.
He lifted and hauled the great hulking beast.
Surely, once this was done, we would all have a feast!
For Frank the Mason kindly brought his great winch;
So lowering the furnace should be a cinch.
To a hastily constructed platform the furnace of 800 pound
Was rolled over (Did I mention there still wasn't a sound?)
All the straps and the winch held the furnace in check.
Should we remove the platform? Sure! What the heck?
With the beast hoisted, Frank gave the boards a great heave,
When the trimmed Christmas tree caught on his sleeve.
He danced and he spun; the tree teetered ready to take the plunge
When Frank made the heroic Christmas-saving lunge.
As the furnace dangled the tree was put back in its place;
Frank gave the thumbs up, "Lower it down, Ace!"
Dirk ratcheted and the cables went taut with a twang.
We all held our breath. Would it crash or hang?
Inch by inch, foot by foot, the frunace went down.
When it reached the basement floor, not a face held a frown.
All breathed a deep sigh while brows were wiped;
The relief is still palpable even as I type.
Now if you are quiet, from the basement you'll hear
The cast iron rumblings of great heated cheer.
You could hear it exclaim, even tho out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to All and to All many a warm night!"