"TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS"
(with apologies to Clement C. Moore)
T’was the night before Christmas when all through the house
A creature was stirring but it wasn’t a mouse.
My stocking was hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
I was nestled all snug in my bed
While visions of sugarplums danced in my head.
I had on my PJ’s and also my cap
And had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When inside my stomach there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed-I knew what was the matter!
Away to the cupboard I flew like a flash…
Threw open the doors with a resounding crash.
The moon shown on the goodies,
I want you to know,
Gave a lustre of midday
to treats in a row.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But my OA 12&12, then the phone rang loud and clear
With my little old sponsor so lively and quick
She knew exactly what made me tick!!
More rapid than eagles her words how they came.
And she whistled and shouted and called them by name:
No pretzels, no popcorn, no cookies, no fixin’,
No candy, no sugar, or whatever you’re mixin’.
If you do, you will climb to the top of the wall.
Now throw away, throw away, throw away all!
As dry crumbs before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So into the garbage my goodies they flew:
My cookies, my candy and my sugarplums too.
And then in a twinkle I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I raised up my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of goodies he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled.
His dimples how merry.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And he said, “Ready to eat? Come on, here we go!”
The stump of a candy cane he held tight in his teeth
And he munched and crunched it,
And then a Hersey bar He opened and stuffed in his round little belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
On the surface, that is, in spite of himself.
A tear in his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know what I had to dread.
I spoke several words, I went straight to my work.
I gave him the 12 steps; he was nearly berserk.
I said, “This is the solution which everyone knows.”
And giving a smile, up the chimney he rose.
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,
“One Day at a Time” and to all a good night!
Reprinted with permission —
Donc | November 15, 2018 at 12:23 pm | Categories: Abstinence | URL: https://wp.me/p6a9VS-dt