Twas the night before Christmas

December 24, 2018

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
with expectant noses and tails waiting quietly there

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While Kitty and Tigger purred near their heads

And mamma in her ‘kerchief’, and I in my cap,
Had just covered the bird for her sleepy time nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
The dogs sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window the dogs flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and pulled down the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and 8 tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On CUpid! On, DOnner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

The dogs they went nuts and fur started to fly,
When they lost sight of the sleigh they let out a wild cry.
So up from the beds the cats they all flew,
With their tails held aloft and meowing too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

All manner of fur jumped from his head to his foot,
They were so happy to see him, despite all the soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And the cats rushed to jump in the now open sack

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 of his chin was as white as the snow:

The dogs they sat delighted at his feet,
And the cats encircled his legs 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, like his elf on the the shelf,
And I laughed when I saw him inspite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon calmed the pets as they had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk,
After laying a hand on each fuzzy head
He gave them a nod and said “go back to bed”.

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 rode out of sight,

Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!