Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our home
Everything was stirring, like New Year’s Eve in Rome.
The stockings were hung on the log beam with care,
Knowing that Santa Claus would soon be there.
The children weren’t nestled all snug in their beds,
They were all busy talking and laughing instead.
Mom in fleece jammies and dad in his too,
Crawled into bed long overdue.
When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Our dog Tip sprang from her bed to see what’s the matter.
Away to the window I went to explore,
Pushed away the curtains and opened the door.
The bright shining stars and the moon in the sky,
Made me shut the door for the cold would intensify.
When what to my chilled eyes would appear,
But a gigantic sleigh, and eight reindeer.
With a fat little old driver, so frozen and thick,
I knew in moment it must be St. Nick.
Slower than molasses, his courses they came,
For the cold weather quieted him as he 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 roof all colored blue,
Dash away! Dash away, we’ll soon be passed due!”
Like snowflakes that before the wild blizzard fly,
As the gusts of wind threw them to the sky.
So up to our house-top the courses they flew,
With a sleigh full of loot, and St. Nicholas too.
And then all of a sudden, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each heavy hoof.
As I started freaking out, and turning around,
Down our stove Santa Clause came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, to ward off the frost,
Covered with ashes and soot, he would come at any cost.
A bundle of presents he had with him there,
For he was about to place them under our tree with care.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how funny!
His cheeks were frost-bit, his nose was runny.
His lips were chapped from the dry Alaskan air,
And his beard on his chin was as white as a hare.
The stump of a pipe in his mouth he held tight,
And the smoke had me coughing into the night.
He had a broad face and a large round gut,
That shook when he laughed, like a squirming halibut.
He was chubby and plump, in great need of shedding a pound,
And I burst out laughing to what my eyes have found.
A smile from the corner of his mouth did appear,
Soon gave me the knowledge I had nothing to fear.
He spoke not a word, for I thought he was frozen,
And filled the stocking with the gifts he had chosen.
And laying his numb finger aside of his nose,
And giving me a wink up the stove he rose!
Out of the stove he sprang to his sleigh,
Gave his reindeers a whistle and flew away.
I popped my head out the door and heard him say as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”
I hope my rendition of this classic poem brought some Christmas cheer to you. I wish everyone a very merry Christmas!