Statewide Adverstising



With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

December 28th, 2009

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, my even my mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Gameboys danced in their heads;
With the kids all in bed and not a gift left to wrap,
I just settled down for a little nightcap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
The snow and high winds that had been raging since dawn;
Had blown the neighbor’s decorations all over my lawn.
More rapid than eagles the decor it came,
The wind whistled, and shouted, seemed to call them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
Crash  into that bush! Smash into the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Turing away from the storm, without a second look,
I snuggled back on the sofa and started my book.
With the doors locked tight and no chimney to descend,
I am not sure Santa Claus entered my house, in the end.
He emptied his sack full of toys, books and candy;
Christmas, this year, would be such a dandy.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He disappeared just like that! How he did it—who knows?;
But I heard him exclaim, as he sped far away,
“Happy Christmas to all, it’s a fun holiday!”

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