December 24th, 2004
'Twas the
night before Christmas, and all through the houses
Everyone was still stirring, not quiet like most mouses
When all of a sudden wow! Who did appear?
Why it was old Saint Nicholas filled already with Christmas Cheer.
Out came the bottle from under his coat.
It was big, it was heavy, and dark like a moat.
He had a great beard - a sea captain's gloat
And he ho ho ho'd mightily and sat on the stove.
"Oh Donner, Oh Blitzen," He bellowed out loud...
"Oh Sleepy, and Goofy and... uh, Mickey!" he looked at the crowd.
For looking around he noticed at first
His dinner was no where-no sign of Bratwurst.
And further he saw round little eyes filled with awe!
Nightgowns a shimmer under held candles in paws
He'd done it again... he thought with a grimace
"It's that damn bottle!" Would cry old Mrs. Nicholas...
"The wrong house! Not again! Would he never listen?"
So he got up from his seat and he turned towards his sleigh
when he felt the most tiniest hand on his leg
A slight tug, maybe twice on his pants then he looked
Down upon a slight child with a book
"Hello again Santa. You gave me this book!.
I'm glad you came back to sign it-see? Look!"
Then she pointed at the page with a big smiling face
His white hair, long white beard and shiney eyes all a glaze
So he laughed, picked her up and asked for a pen
Signed his name, ho-ho-ho'd and was off again