Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were laid by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nana soon would be there.
The girlies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Uncle Joe in his jammies, and Aunt B in her’s too,
Had just settled their brains for a short winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a BMW, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a pretty little driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nana.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the BMW full of Toys, and St Nana too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nana came with a bound.
She was dressed all in bling, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all stylin with diamonds and fur.
A bundle of Toys she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a queen, just opening her pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her smile oh how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her lips like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the blonde of her hair glistened like the snow.
The sophistication of a wine glass she held in her right hand,
And the Christmas lights encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a narrow face and a flat little belly,
That was rock hard when she laughed, nothing like a bowlful of jelly!
She was thin and lean, a right jolly sweet elf,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
Then giving a hug, up the chimney she rose!
She sprang to her BMW, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to-r all, and to-r all a goodt-ninght! Thank yer!”