Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

I heard the grunt of a reindeer,
For St Nicolas was here.

I saw St Nick flying high,
Gorging on a mince pie.

He was wearing a jacket of silk,
While letting his reindeer drink milk.

His face was as red as a cherry,
His body as big as a ferry.

St Nick left toys,
For the youngest of boys.

There was a twinkle in his eye,
As he flew into the sky.

He fed his reindeer,
And as quick as a flash he wasn’t here.

He faintly said,
Merry Christmas, now get back to bed!

I looked at the fire
Then out the window, I caught a glimpse of him hovering over the spire.