'Twas My Night Before Christmas: Blogmas Day 24

'Twas my night before Christmas (and another day of blogmas) and all through my house,
everyone was stirring, talking about Mickey Mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hope that the wine delivery soon would be there.

The puppies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of treat crumbs danced in their heads.
And me under my heated blanket, still up from my nap,
Posing for pictures and sending a snap.
Receiving snaps back with all flatter,
Then I heard outside such a clatter.
Closing my laptop where I had been writing in a flash,
I went to the window to see if there was a crash.

The moon on the pavement, no sign of snow,
Made me sad with the thought of no white Christmas aglow 
When, what to this brown-eyed-girl should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and nine tiny reindeer.

With a plump old driver behind 36 paws
I knew in a beat it must be Santa Claus!
Faster than a bullet or The Flash, of fame,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! 
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! 
On, Donner and Blitzen!
And Glowing Rudolph who is leading the call,
dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As the cold breeze swirled as the reindeer flew,
I watched as the sleigh went out of view.
Knowing he'd be back around to my street,
I decided to send one final tweet,

I waited and waited to hear the paws on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
I went down the stairs and with my feet on the ground,
I heard St. Nicholas come down the chimney with a bound.

He was dressed in red, from his head to his feet,
and his clothes were all proper and neat.
A sack of toys he had flung over his shoulder,
and he smiled to himself with a little smolder.

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.
He began to unpack under the wreath,
setting the presents, the tree beneath.
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, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
I knew I best be headed back up to bed.

I saw him speak not a word as he finished his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, 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, here he drove out of sight,

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

Happy Christmas Eve! Dear you, who took the time to read this, you mean a lot to me and I am grateful for your support. 

Happy holidays!

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