Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, inside my Scotty,
Not a creature was stirring, not cat nor doggie.
The stockings were hung by the stovetop with care,
I'd taken great effort, and did it with flair.

The husband was nestled in his full-sized bed,
his belly now full of my ovenette bread.
I'd set out some cookies with my reindeer trap,
and had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, (which I'd rebuilt from scratch),
I ever so quickly turned my bargman latch.

The lantern I carried shined out on the grass,
t'was a Coleman of course, which used propane gas.
When, what to my wondering eyes then appears,
But a cute little elf with big pointy ears.

He too had a trailer, much smaller than mine,
t'was red with white awnings, and fixed up real fine.
More rapid than eagles, he set up his camp,
and put his canoe near the boat launching ramp!

Then he built a big fire, inside of the pit,
and pulled up a lawn chair, where he could then sit.
His cooler beside him, he whittled a stick,
made a few s'mores, then ate them all quick.

As I stood there a watchin', I heard my dog 'woof',
and saw the vent open atop of my roof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Dropping inside, St Nick came with a bound.

He was dressed all in flannel, and spandex, and fleece,
And he spotted my bread, and asked for a piece.
A bundle of treasures he had on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry,

His eyes were all glassy, I'd no need to query.
I made him some cocoa, (which he said he loves!!)
and his chill went away when I gave him my gloves.

He was chubby and plump, and was friends with the elf,
so we went to say howdy, both he and myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
"lets have a pot-luck" is what he then said.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and reached in his bag, as he gave me a smirk.
He pulled out a roast, and a honey baked ham,
I brought my biscuits, the elf served up jam!

He said he'd be looking to buy his OWN Serro,
Ah yes in deed, this man is my hero!!!!
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

by Roxanne Everson

 
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