Christmas At Our House

Christmas in our house~~~

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
everyone was crazy, especially my spouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. And, senile old Grandma said,"Why are they there?".

The teens were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of 4-wheeling and CD players danced in their heads.
And, hubby in his slippers and I with my cat,
had just settled down because our energy was sapped,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, and just then my computer alerted me that it might crash!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave a luster of midday to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but some neighborhood punks with a case of holiday cheer!

With a little old taxi driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be that boy, Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away, all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
I knew in an instant that this wasn't Santa Claus there in the sky...
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys snatched from Saint Nicholas, and there he was too!
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
He came head first in fur from his head to his foot, and bound in duct tape,all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys had been flung on his back, and he looked kind of funny with his face in his pack.

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a round little belly, that shook when he landed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right confused old elf.
And, I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.
"Dudes took my sleigh," he said with a start, "and they're on the way to their house, next to Kmart!

They didn't like the presents I left for them last year, and thought they could do a better job,
they made that quite clear."
So,I took up my trusty, old, baseball bat, and shouted with authority,
"Hey! bring that stuff back!"

Dude turned around and said,"Hey Mrs. H. I'm not meaning no harm,
when Santa came in, he tripped my dad's alarm.
He looked kind of old,
and I thought I'd help him out. His presents are out dated!" He said without doubt.
"Ok Nick," I said, and I stepped out of his way.
He scooped up old Santa and put him back in the sleigh.

Off they all flew in a blink of an eye, til they were nothing more than a twinkle in the sky..
I went back to my computer to see if it would download, "Hold on,the wizard if fixing your problem,"is what I was told.

So another Christmas Eve comes and goes in Gatekeeper land, and I think maybe next year, we'll have a new plan.
We're wishing you well, happiness and health, with friends like you all,we're loaded with wealth~~~~~

A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS STORY by Elisabeth Hoffman,age 10-a home schooler{1998}

One Christmas morning,early and bright,
A little girl awoke,from a restless night.
Her cat laid beside her, all warm and snug,
She reached and gave him a great,big hug!,
"It's Christmas!" she said, "Get up and get going!"
She looked out the window and saw that it was snowing.
Down the stairs she flew,to give everyone warning,
she knocked on all the doors,calling out, "Good morning."
"It's Christmas." she said, "The day has finally arrived.,
We can open our presents, and see what's inside.
But there under all the wrapping, something was moving and doing some scratching.
It couldn't be Dickens, he is upstairs fast asleep.
All the family stood in amazement, and looked at each other.,
When up popped a furry, white persian cat,
covered with ribbons,wearing a red stocking hat!
"Why Dickens!" she said," You were faster than me.
You got down here before me, to see what you could see."
The gifts were all opened, when all were in their places.,
It made the girl happy, To see the joy on all their faces.

This was written by our daughter and her grandmother last year just before her grandmother passed away~~~~