when what to my wandering eyes should appear... AAACK!

Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house, the creatures were grumbling... the cause was my spouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew to my man as he tore open the boxes and threw up his hands.
The shine of the lights on the glass tile aglow gave the lustre of  starlight to counter below.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear but a mismatched display and sad hubby so dear.
He was dressed all in flannel from his head to his shoe.
His clothes were all covered with dust and with glue.
A bundle of rags he had flung on the ground and he looked like a hobo just turning around.
His eyebrows how frowny, his dimeanor not merry. His cheeks were so sallow, his nose like a cherry.
His drawl little mouth was drawn up in a pout. The stubble on his chin was as gray as the grout.
A wince of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had something to dread.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
Stripped off the wrong tiles then turned with a jerk.
Waving a palm toward the offending sku 
 and giving a nod, I knew just what to do.
So up to the Depot, the courses I flew with a car full of cardboard and glass tiles, too.
But I heard him exclaim as I drove out of sight... 

Well, never mind. This is a family-friendly blog and some tales are best left unfinished;)
Wish me luck on finding the right color

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