Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house not a Williams’ was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Corbin was nestled all snug in his bed while visions of baby food danced in his head. And Jenn in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the front door I flew like a flash. Turned off the alarm in a mad frantic dash.
The glow from my cell phone off the new fallen snow gave an eerie blue color to objects below. When what to my contact filled eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old man so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St Nick. More rapid then eagles his deer 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!
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. But poor Santa forgot a chimney we lacked. So he had to go ‘round to the door in back.
He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. However he said that he planned to lose weight. Because Jenny Craig meals were soon to be his fate.
He then was quiet and went to his work. Filled Corbin’s stocking with many a perk. And laying his finger aside his nose out the back door his body arose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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