Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Jack and Molly were shrieking - awful ear-splitting shouts!
We threatened to tell Santa about all the fighting
And threw them in bed without any good nighting.
When the children were silent, just barely asleep,
When the whole house was still, not even a peep,
We put on our kerchiefs, hoped for the best,
And crawled into bed for a long winter's rest.
When from the baby monitor there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the kids' room I ran down the hall
Tore open the door and tripped on a doll.
The grins on the faces of my standing-up kids,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the rails on their cribs.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Out the window, but a fat man and eight tiny reindeer.
The fat man's look into the bedroom was quick,
(I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.)
He gave me a sharp look, then shouted behind,
"Hey Rudolph! Look what we've got this time!"
The reindeer poked his red nose up to the glass
Gave a great sigh, then took me to task:
"You know that these babies should be sleeping through-
how old are they now? Don't you know what to do?"
As I hung my head and the kids jumped up and down,
Rudolph went on - "When Santa comes to your town
He expects all the children to be tucked in tight!
Else how will he visit every house in one night?
But your kids are awake and I really do fear
Santa will skip your house this year!"
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
Through the window St Nicholas sailed with a bound.
Hands on his hips, he barked, "Are you two being pills?'
Jack and Molly were suddenly quiet and still.
The bundle of toys St. Nick had flung on his back,
Landed on the bedroom floor with a thwack.
"My list says you two have been rather naughty,
But here in my sack I've got treats for the potty!
Train tracks and board books and Legos and tea sets!
Building blocks and toy swords and babies that wet!
Don't you want Santa to bring you some toys?"
He demanded as Jack tried to look like a good boy
And Molly immediately fell to the mattress,
Cuddled her blankie and batted her lashes.
St. Nick smiled then, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed as I listened, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon told the kids they had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the stairs,
And I followed (after throwing the kids a quick glare).
He put gifts 'neath the tree and filled all the stockings
Then whipped out his cell and shouted, "Let's get rocking!"
When Rudolph et al appeared in a flash
He jumped in the sleigh and away they all dashed.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to YOU a good-night!"