T'was three weeks before Christmas and all through the house
All the creatures were scurrying even the 'mouse'
The stockings are hung by the T.V. with care.
In hopes that the cat would let them stay there.
The Gliders were nestled in their bag of a bed
While visions of mealworms danced in their head.
Pulled my husaband from W.o.W. he's had enough of that.
Then out in the orchard there rose a great clatter
So I had to run out to see what was the matter
I ran to the door and opened it fast
it swung back behind me and made a loud crash
The absense of snow on the dead grass
made everything darker like tinted glass
But what I looked for didn't appear
Yet I imagined a sleigh and some cute, brown reindeer!
Was I imagining a red dressed man
I thought it was so but it was just my friend Dan
He said his hello and walked in to greet Will
I changed him back to St Nick to fit my appeal
Now Dancer now Dasher now Prancer now Vixin
On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen
My imagination guided them on the Brook's porch onto the wall
Then my desire to create seemed to just fall
(Continued next week!)