Twas The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring as
The cat’s asleep all curled up with the catnip mouse.
The stockings were hung with care,
But with no chimney,
They hang from the back of the chair
Hoping Santa will fill them there.
The kids were in bed
With dreams of presents swirling in their heads.
Momma was in her flannels, and me in mine.
Were all comfy and fine.
Just as I lay down, I heard such a clatter,
I jumped out of bed to see what the heck was the matter.
I peeked out the window to see the lights all aglow,
And a big ole sleigh sitting out in the road.
There was no runners but big wheels that
Crunched the gravel below.
The reindeer were pawing and
Munching on dry grass as there was no snow.
I heard noises coming from downstairs,
So quietly I tiptoed down and avoided the squeaky stair.
I heard the back door open and close,
There was a man all dressed in red from head to toes.
I watched and I waited to see what he was going to do,
I noticed a sack with packages in red, green and blue.
He placed them under the tree,
Oh, I hope there is one for me.
I missed the bottom step and fell
Sprawling all over the floor.
The jolly old man with his rosy cheeks
And a belly that shook like a bowl full of jelly
Took a look a me and turned to flee.
I started to yell but he ran out the door and
I could see him no more.
I ran to the window as he jumped in his sleigh
Yelled at those reindeer to be on his way.
But I did hear him holler as he drove down the street,
Merry Christmas to all. Now get back to sleep.
Copyright (c) 2011 by Barbara Foster
May the blessings of this day be with you and your family all year. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
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