Twas the Night Before Christmas JL8More Like This
Twas the nap before Christmas, when all through the manner
Not a creature was stirring, not even Barry.
Our book bags were hung by the door with care
In hopes that St Nickolaus soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug on our mats,
While maybe not Clark, he just floated above his mat.
And I with my lantern and Diana in her cap,
Had just settled down for our nightly nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the mat to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like the Flash,
I used my ring to whip open the sash
The rings light breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature bat plan, and my friend flying it neer.
With a little bat driver, so lively and swoose
I knew in a moment it must be St Bruce.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Clark! now, John! now, Barry and Karen!