‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house, not a creature was stirring
Except the Bushnells’ singing carols to a mouse!
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Linda would leave Hanukkah rugalach for St. Nicholas there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While Tish and Eliot danced to the Grateful Dead.
Rick in his ‘kerchief’, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains on a cocktail or two.
When out on the lawn their arose such a clatter;
We sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Rick flew like a flash,
Tore open the drapes and…WTH.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
Dana taking a selfie with St. Nick and eight tiny reindeer.
And then in a twinkling, we all heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing and…
Down the chimney Peter and Peggy came with a bound.
They were dressed all in fur from their heads to their foots (sorry but it needed to rhyme)
And their clothes were tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of wine Peter had flung on his back.
With hopes that Peggy had added some snacks.
We all laughed when we saw them in spite of ourselves,
As they spoke not a word and went straight to work,
Opening bottles of vino and a feast fit for elves.
Then the team made a toast and we all exclaimed;
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Happy Holidays from all of us…Peter and Peggy Scherman, Rick and Janet Wolf, Scott and Marilyn Bushnell, Dana Moos, Eliot and Tish Dalton and Linda Hayes
and…Thanks for Listening to my silly rendition of this timeless classic! Janet Wolf
