December 23, 2008

The Night Before Christmas

by Bet Corsaut

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except one, tiny, little mouse!

Looking for some crumbs, that hopefully the dog didn't find,
But Kobe had licked clean, all the floors till they shined!

The tree was decorated, trimmed in the style of the day,
Shining with everything recycled, to make it merry and gay.

Our stockings were hung, by the chimney with care,
Hoping St. Nicholals would leave, anything he could spare!

We put out the cookies and Lactaid milk, for Santa to find,
And a carrot for the reindeer, because they are so kind.

Then we got all nestled, and snuggled into our beds,
While visions of a turkey dinner, danced in our heads;

We dreamed of Santa dressed in red, so jolly and merry,
His white beard, rosy cheeks and his nose like a cherry.

We didn't see the little old driver, so lively and quick,
We were busy snoring, and didn't hear good old St. Nick.

But we knew he would come, he never forgot us before,
And he could use his magic key, to open the front door.

He was quiet, we didn't hear him go straight to his work,
He filled our stockings, with nuts, fruit and turkey jerk,

And putting presents for us, under the Christmas tree,
Then he left in his sleigh, laughing and singing merrily.

I'm sure he was heard saying, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas, Nana and Booby, and to All a Good Night!"


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