Twas, the night before Christmas…

Twas, the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Every creature was restless, even the mouse.
The stockings were flung by the chimney without care,
Everyone knew that St Nicholas soon would be there.

Stocking

The holiday season inevitably keeps us all busy
Running for gifts and guests leaves us all in a tizzy
It was later than usual when we headed upstairs
It would be a relief to rid ourselves of cares

The children were settled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tablets danced in their heads.
mamma, with her iPhone downloaded one last app,
And we plugged in our phones for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
I turned on my phone screen slightly uncertain,
Using the light, I peeked out the curtain.

Candy Pepp

The LED on the crust on new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a micro sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a second it must be St Nick.
More rapid than wi-fi his steeds they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

I raised the phone to my nose, I had to be quick
I would gain millions of followers with this one pic,
I realized the street lamp and my flash clashed
And my Instagram dreams were instantly dashed

Snow

He brought out his phone to check the time
Then turned the whole sled, as though on a dime
They flew from the ground with no sound at all
Trying to follow, I dashed into the hall

And then, with a shoosh, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
I hurried to the living room feeling a pull like the tide
How would he get in? There was no chimney outside.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his toes,
There was a slight red colour to the end of his nose
He had a bundle of gifts flung over his back,
And he looked like a delivery-man with his pack.

Tree

His eyes through the round spectacles twinkled
When he smiled the corners of those eyes crinkled
The beard on his chin white as the purest snow
I knew in a second I was in for a show

Times are changing, but no special effect here
Magic is something amazing and nothing to fear
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

He straightened our shambled life as he went
Even the branches of the fake tree became unbent
The unwrapped gifts we had left for another day
Were wrapped, ribbons curled without fray

Gift

And laying his finger on the side of his nose,
He gave a nod, and taking his bundle, he rose.
To the kitchen he walked no hurry at all,
Then simply seemed to melt into the wall!

From the adjacent townhouse I heard
Quiet rustlings, like those of a small bird
I suddenly realized he had done the whole row
Would he fly away? I just had to know!

I flew back upstairs and opened the skylight
With my flashlight app I got the sleigh in sight
I could scarcely believe what lay in my beam
These reindeer are more fantastical then they seem.

Deer

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”