‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
One creature was stirring, but it wasn’t a mouse;
Mom was still up, filling stockings with care,
So the little ones would be sure St. Nick had been there;
If the kiddos had just gone to sleep right at eight,
Poor Mamma wouldn’t still be up this late!
But the clock had struck two, and mom wasn’t quite done;
She was still ensuring Christmas magic and fun.
When, suddenly, she heard a bellowing knock,
And, at this hour, she hesitated to open the lock!
With baseball bat in hand she opened the door,
And could scarcely believe who stood there on the floor.
“You’re not real!” she exclaimed to the man dressed in red
And she started to wonder if she’d perhaps hit her head.