04 Dec 2017


’Twas the night before Christmas, and all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of 32 hoofs.
I could tell right away there’d been damage from hoofing
And knew it was time to ring up GoTo Roofing.

Scott sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
He and Mario flew in like the down of a thistle.
A wink of Scott’s eye and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their task
Replacing the shingles, and then turned to ask,
“Are you satisfied, Sir?” And how could I not be?
For I had in my hand the GoTo guarantee!

And soon I was nestled all snug in my bed
With a GoTo, leak-free-guaranteed roof o’er my head!
Then I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,