Encapsulization of the night before Christmas in a happy home ...

Sound the harps and ring the bells;
settle in for Christmas tales.
Gather round a roaring fire,
and wait ‘till all the children tire.
Tuck them gently into bed
with good-night kisses on their heads.
Then tiptoe softly out the door
to do the things this night is for.
’Round the brightly lighted tree,
stack all the gifts they wait to see.
Hang the stockings, stuffed with sweets
and little toys and other treats.
Leave a plate of sweets and milk
with one bite taken, three drops spilt.
For come the morning, without doubt,
first things first – they’ll check this out!
Make the crust for lots of pies;
knead the bread dough, let it rise.
Stuff the turkey, peel the yams,
tuck lots of cloves into the ham.
Tired and worn, with grateful sigh,
it’s time at last to close your eyes.
One look around, then dim the lights –
gotta be real sure the setting’s right.
For very soon, come morning light,
the kids will wake and see this sight.
Their ooohs and aahs and big, wide eyes
are why you’re seeing daybreak skies.
The family gathered ’round the tree,
a wide-eyed child on a proud Dad’s knee.
The story of Jesus, the wreath on the door,
the family love – that’s what Christmas is for!
Turn off the lights now, and rest your head;
you won’t have long to say abed.
But take just a moment to whisper a prayer
of thanks for this Christmas and the coming new year!