Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring except for me and my spouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
My feet were freezing, because they were bare!
The cats were all cuddled snug in their bed
While visions of catnip danced in their heads.
And hubby in his jersey and I in his lap
Had just settled ourselves amidst the gift-wrap.
When out on the lawn their arose such a clatter
We sprang to our feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the shotgun he flew like a flash
While I for the baseball bat made a dash.
The moon shown o'er our nativity in the snow
When movement within it made me cry, 'Oh no!'
What to my wondering eye should appear?
But a wee babe wrapped in a thin blanket, 'Oh dear!'
With a tiny little cry so lively and quick
I knew in a moment that he wasn't sick.
I looked at my husband and could see he felt the same
'Well,' he said, 'I guess we should give him a name.'
How about Keith or Rocker
Or Tony or Spencer?
Perhaps Aras or Tyson
Or Ozzy or Benjamin?
To public or private school halls?
Or to home school would be cool.
Oh dash it! Let's have him try them all!
Then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of little hoofs
As we held our boy and showed him around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, 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 not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
...as you can plainly see I got very very lazy at the end and just copied the poem because I've always loved it and as I said I got lazy.
Oh well! I gave it a go anyway! Merry Christmas to all and God bless us every one!
