The Day Before Christmas

T'was the day before Christmas and all through the house

Every creature was stirring, no one was a louse;

Cinnomon rolls were baked in the oven with care,

In hopes that children, ravenous soon would be there.

Family members were nestled at the table with warm breads, 

while visions of snowmobiles danced in their heads.

And dada with his orange juice and I with eggs stacked,

Had just settled down for a sweet winter snack

Then, from out of the stake center there arose such a clatter--

we sprange from our chairs to see what was the matter.

Away to the cars, we all flew like a flash,

Tore open the doors, and inside it we smashed.

The sun on the breast of no new-fallen snow,

Showed the lustre of every mid-day objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But microfiber cloths and eight bottles of window cleaner!

With a little grandpappy driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment we'd be serving the lonely and sick.

More rapid than eagles his prodgeny they came, 

And we whistled and shouted, and called them by name,

"Now Bibbers! now, Beekles! now, Bubbins! and Gooney!

On, Atrain! On Jdog! On Mster! and  Gummy!

Shine the top of their windows! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, we arrived below the roof

To clean up the paws of school girls' and boys' hoofs.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

From the gym, all the dodge balls came in with a bound.

We weren't dressed for a game, but soon every foot,

Was soon all tarnished with dodgeball blood, sweat and soot.

A bundle of games Grandpappy flung out of his sack,

And he looked like a proud coach as he opened his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His smile, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, hit by big bouncy balls-cherry!

A wink of his eye and the twist of his head,

Soon led us to where my sick grandmother tread.

He said not a word, but at the piano he played,

And we sang of a room where baby Jesus laid.

Music filled the room with peace, joy and love,

And the spirit of Christmas--sent to us from above.

Then we sprang to our sleighs, to our team gave a whistle,

And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.

But all heard us exclaim 'ere we drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"