And all through the house,
Not a creature was sleeping,
Not even a mouse,
They jumped on their beds,
Giddy with glee,
With high hopes that soon they would see,
A big large fellow,
Dressed in red,
With a big fancy hat
Hanging over his head.
"Twas the night before Christmas
And outside the house,
Someone had landed,
Not meaning to rouse,
Four little children,
Who crept to see,
Hiding behind the Christmas tree.
When Santa came down
The chimney so small,
It was all he could do
Not to stumble and fall,
For strewn on the floor,
And thrown on the ground,
Many toys did abound,
As he looked all around,
And exclaimed with dismay,
"No toys for these kids",
They heard him say,
"This is a disarray!!"
So they crept up to bed,
Constant with dread,
Fearing that Santa
Soon would head
Back to his sleigh
With his coat so red.
They thought he might skip them,
Because of the mess,
They mused as they dressed
"Twas the night before Christmas,
And into the house,
Crept inside like little mice,
Tiny elves, who were quite nice
They tidied the house,
Set right the shelves,
Then left quite suddenly,
with a leap quite nimbly
So Santa filled their stockings and left,
The children were asleep in their beds,
So tired they were,
That they failed to hear,
The swooshing of a sleigh,
An occasional neigh,
Or Santa whispering into their ear,
"Good night my dears,
I'll be back next year."
By Caroline Meek
