'Twas the night before Christmas how could I miss
the jangle of keys from a Santa named Chris
He won over Benji with biscuits of vice
then recited the list - who's naughty, who's nice
He munched on the cookies drank all the milk
then gossiped a little, with Sam the old elk
'Twas the night before Christmas what could I say
not a parent was stirring, so I feigned with delay
The presents were stacked up a little compact
as I waited all antsie, for Santa's big act
The baubles were humming a tune of fine creed
suppressing their giggles for Santa's big need
'Twas the night before Christmas and music was King
he left me a mic with a note said, "You sing ?.."
I clung to the silence like a mute oh so still
while Santa retired up the chimney at will
'Twas the night before Christmas and I was lip tight
as the snow fell so gently, all through the night
'Twas the night before Christmas and I stayed awake
picking out songs, .... for the fam's final wake.
An endearing variation of the original classic. Your creativity shines in this one, V. Well done. The seasons very best to you and yours. Kind regards. r
A great little parody of the classic poem, The Night before Christmas. And it looks like you are right in the thick of it, making sure that Santa was satisfied and that everything for the children was just right. Sleep tight.
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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