
It was the night before Christmas
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring
except -Brubaker our mouse
The children with Nestle’s
were wired though in bed
with threats that Saint Nicolas
would skip us instead
And mama in her black nightie
and I … I can’t say
cozy before midnight
hip hip horray
Then out on the lawn
there arouse such a clatter
I sprang with my shot-gun
not caring about spatter
away to the window I flew
well – I ran
“I’ll shoot you I promise”
I winked “if I can”
The blue moon fell
on new fallen snow
led to thoughts of wolves howling
I just want you to know
But thankfully
it was Santa
a sleigh
and eight overfed reindeer
He whistled and chortled
I called ” come quick dear”
as he shouted out the names
I exclaimed “not so near”
Now Dasher, Please Dancer
No Comet, Stop Cupid!
Please Prancer Oh Vixen
you’re all acting stupid
Yes Donner
WE KNOW
and Blitzen
no partying in the snow
Get off of their porch
that’s an easy low wall
now dash away
dash away
please let’s not fall
As the dry leaves
that in piles still lay
from hurricane Sandy
would have done a number on that sleigh
I watched
as they scampered and tiptoed and flew
oh I forgot
“Santa, it’s a new roof too”
I calculated
as I heard on that roof
the prancing and pawing
of too many hoof
As I pondered the cost
and was turning around
impossible as it was
In the chimney he was found
He was dressed in fur
from his neck to his foot
Prada saved from our chimney
with no ashes nor soot
A bundle of toys
were loaded on his back
and candy
oh please
we have an abundance of that!
As our eyes met
his dimples looked cherry
“Santa have you already
been making merry?”
His droll little mouth
well it said “no no no”
“your face too would be red
from the ice freezing snow”
I grinned and then smiled
as I grabbed some egg nog
“will you join me my friend
I promise you wont get too slogged”
so we sat by a heater
I sipped and he guzzled
then he realized
“those deer they’re not muzzled”
Here are the toys
they were flung off his back
“I’m sorry wages were cut
so none will be wrapped”
We laughed at the time
I’d spend wrapping whee heee
but you have to admit
they’re delivered for free
so as he, cup in hand,
went back into flight
I heard him exclaim
“THANKS, til next year
have a good night”
Thanks to Clement Clarke Moore who published “A Visit From St. Nicholas” in 1822.