Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung, By the chimney with care, In the hopes that St Nick, Would soon be there. The children were nestled, All snug in their beds, While visions of One Direction danced in their heads. And mum in her nightie, And I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. As we each dozed, Off into a slumber, Counting the sheep, Each with a number. We spared a quick thought, For those that deserve, Especially the men, And the women that serve. Though tough they may seem, when they fight for our colours, When they are home, Their our wives and our brothers. So we must ensure, For our sakes and theirs, That they are all kept, In each of our prayers. As you drift off and start closing you eyes, Remember those families whose loved ones have died. Our lives are too short to be filled up with hate, Tell them you love them, Before its too late. Then out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see whats the matter. Away to the hallway I flew like a flash, Fearing raccoons had gotten the trash. A man dressed in fur, from his head to his foot, Stood in the kitchen all covered in soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, He looked like a burglar, Just opening his pack. He spoke not a word, But went straight to 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, As he drove out of sight... Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight! Bess.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 10:14:32 +0000
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