T'was the Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas, we were in our new house

Not a creature was stirring, certainly not a mouse.

For the house had been lifted, chimney removed with care,

We still hoped that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Mark and Michael were sleeping, crashed on the floor in bed,

While visions of bass fishing danced in their heads.

And Glenna in her sweatshirt and me in my cap,

Had just settled down for a full scale collapse.

When out on the dirt piles there arose such a clatter,

I sprang to my new Anderson window to see what was the matter.

I clicked the black lock and pulled down the sash,

It worked like a charm and opened with a flash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave luster of mid-day to the crap down below.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear

But the Lacey’s trailer and 8 tiny reindeer.

With Chuck the driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment this wasn’t a trick.

White, black and red trucks with diesel they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Hey Kevin, Hey Junior, Hey Quatro and Paul,

There’s Jack and Rick and Todd and all.”

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Hammering, sawing, soldering and all.

They cranked the tunes and went straight to work

And finished the house then turned with a smirk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod , past the ridge beam (all 52 feet) they rose !

He sprang to the trailer, to his team gave a yell,

And away they all rumbled like a bat out of hell.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

“Thank you thank you to Paul and to all a good night!”