Wednesday 14 December 2011

Twas the night before Christmas - Thompson style

‘Twas the night before Christmas - Our version for this year

‘Twas the night before Christmas, the children were high
Waiting for Santa way up in the sky.
Fueled by excitement, sugar and hope
They bounced and they shouted, I barely could cope

The cookies were ready, there had to be four-
Poor Santa would likely not fit through the door!
His reindeer had carrots, all neatly set out
The brandy glass empty - we must have run out!

The stockings were thrown at the fireplace with flair
One child informed me he just didn’t care,
Because “Santa will sort them, not leave them about,
He’ll not make a mess so there’s no need to shout.”

Then long conversations ensued with the cat
Minding his business sitting quiet on the mat
Concern running deep on what he might share,
With the wonderful gift-giver soon to be there. 

For animals speak on this magical night
And inform Father Christmas whom he should see right.
You might convince Mum and you may convince Dad 
But the cat is impartial on who has been bad.

Satisfied Timmy would not spill the beans
My children now hoped by whatever means
To stay up much longer than most of them should-
A visit from Santa was a prospect too good.

They hoped to snap Santa on CCTV, 
Watching him hover above our chimney
For Daddy had promised them no one is missed
Not even Santa, checking his list.

Eventually all of them began to grow tired, 
With only one hyper, distractible child.
But all went to bed without much of a fight
As sleeping would bring on the morning delight.

I thought as a kissed them, each sleepy head
How lucky I was to have four tucked up in bed.
I counted my blessings and counted them twice
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!

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