It was the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
No one was sleeping,
Well maybe a mouse
The children were running and shouting with glee
That Santa was coming to them you see
He was bringing a sack, enormously round
And would arrive by the chimney with ne’er a sound!
Mum from the kitchen, arms dusted in flour
Called to the children and shouted the hour
Get to your beds and don't dilly dally
If Santa sees children he won't stop to tarry
He'll jump on his sleigh and call out "come deer
These are bad children we'll not stop here!"
On hearing Mum's words the children did stop
And consider her words and decided to flop
Into their beds, they fell one by one
Covers pulled up one sucks a thumb
They looked to the end of their beds
There they see empty stockings
One two and three
Giggling silly they vow to stay awake
And catch Santa coming out of the grate
But slowly night deepens and eyes start to flutter
And soon little snuffles are all that they utter
And that's when the jingles and jangles of bells
Sweep through the night in a magical spell
No one is watching as down with a swoosh
Santa appear, shaking his tush
He walks to the beds and smiles at each one
Look’s on his list , sent by their mum
Jimmy wants lego, Albie a sword
Both want some sweets and a tape to record
Sweet Mary the baby, sucking her thumb
Smiles in her sleep, the sheets round her bum
Santa with gentle tears in his eyes
Covers her up his heart filled with pride
Their innocent slumber is all that he seeks
The joy in their hearts and their rosy red cheeks
Turning he fills the stockings to the brim,
Then picks up his sack and straightens his chin
Then with a rumble, he's gone in a flash
And the reindeer are off again in a dash
And up in the sky filled with bright stars, a man dressed in red
Is eating a mars!
By Dee Owen
