Blogmas Day 24: ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Everyone was still stirring, especially cat with toy mouse;
The stockings were hidden from aforementioned kitten,
Because if not, all the stuffers get bitten;
The toys for niece and nephew were wrapped and stacked,
For early tomorrow morning, in our car, they’ll be packed;
And Kyle in flannel pjs, and I in worn out tee,
Had just plopped down to stream some tv,
When out on the porch, I heard snow covered feet,
”Damn, Amazon Prime shipping cannot be beat!”
Away to the door, I shuffled real slow,
Opening it to reveal a package in the snow.
Holiday lights sparkled festively about,
My heart so warm, I could almost shout,
When, what to my twinkling eyes should I see,
But a plump man in red, right in front of me,
He blinked, and I blinked, in a long, silent pause,
But then, I knew, this man is Santa Claus!
A reddish glow caught my eye in the sky,
”Oh my gosh, Rudolph, I know that guy!”
Santa winked, then gestured to his team,
”There’s eight others with him,” he said, with esteem.
”Guys, I’m ready!” he shouted to the reindeer,
And then, in a flash, I watched Santa disappear.
As surely as the autumn leaves fall,
I looked all around and saw no Santa at all,
Then a jingle sliced through the cold wintry night,
And in the sky, I saw Santa’s sleigh, in flight!
I stumbled to the road to face my roof,
And heard the landing thuds of each little hoof.
I dashed back inside, to share what felt like a dream,
And my husband just listened, eyes agleam.
“Santa was dressed in red, from head to toe,
And just like the stories, Rudolph’s nose was aglow!”
”I could barely speak, I was in such shock,
But he vanished quickly, no time to talk.”
”His eyes, they were blue, and his chins, they were double.
Gosh, I hope saying that doesn’t get me into trouble!”
”His hat was askew, tipped in a white puff,
Which perfectly matched his beard of fluff.”
”He’s seemed to ditch the pipe, I’m sure for his health,
Which he needs to stay on top of, to maintain his stealth.”
”He had Doc Marten boots, and a very broad middle,
And seeing him, I again felt childish, little.”
”Indeed, he was a very round guy,
But tall too, about six feet high!”
”He had dimples when he smiled, and a cunning wink,
Rendering me unable to think.”
”He spoke little to me, most to the reindeer,
And then, as I said, I saw him disappear!”
”Then, up on our housetop, I heard click, click, click,
And I saw him up there, confirmed, Saint Nick!”
My husband, he chuckled, said he’d caught me in a lie,
”You didn’t see Santa, it was the Amazon guy!”
I saw no need to argue, it was time for bed,
Where visions of Santa and nine tiny reindeer danced in my head!
Merry Christmas Eve, my friends!
Currently listening to: “Santa Stole My Lady” by Fitz and The Tantrums
xoxo LA