‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was snoring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When at the door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door to see who was there.
My neighbor Tom said, “Oh, thank God! I thought you were dead.”
I curiously asked, “What in the world would give you that impression?”
Tom replied, “You weren’t snoring like you normally do.”
I responded confidently, “I visited The CPAP Shop and purchased a cpap machine and cpap mask. CPAP helps me with my sleep apnea problem.”