Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the store,

Not a creature was creaking, not even the floor.

The stockings were hung by the window with care,

In hopes that you soon would be there.

 

The shop minders were nestled all snug with their coffees;

Resting after helping all the mommies and daddies.

Dawn in her Lazy Pants, Plower in Bont leggings,

And mAndré and Chris pondering meggings.

 

When out on St. Patrick there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from the shop to see what was the matter.

Away to the window we flew in a flash,

Tore open the blinds and locked up the cash.

 

The light of the streetlamps on the shop window,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below.

When what to our wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!

 

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

We knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than Scald Eagle his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name.

 

"Now, Plower! now, mAndré! now Chris and Dawn!

In a moment or two I’m afraid I’ll be gone,

So meet me inside! And a coffee I’ll enjoy!

Before I dash away! dash away! dash away in joy!

 

As jammers before the call off do fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, they jump to the sky;

So up to the shoptop the coursers they flew

With a sleigh full of gear, and St. Nicholas too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As we all drew inside, hoping he hadn't brought coal,

In through the door St. Nicholas came with a roll.

 

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 skates he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a skater opening his RADAR backpack.

 

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 the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

 

A SISU Mounthguard held tight in his teeth,

A red S-One encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

 

He was chubby and plump but moved so fast it was odd

He saw our surprise but then flashed us his quads

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

“THIS IS THE BEST!” our sweet mAndré said.

 

Dawn spoke not a word, while Plower made coffee,

St. Nick went straight to his work, Chris offered him toffee.

All the stockings were filled, then St. Nick sat in Baloo's chair,

He sipped at some coffee, then hugged us with care.

 

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, out the window 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—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”