‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the land,
safety was threatened by one jolly man.
Banners were hung on the wall by his sled,
hoping the message would sink in his head.
His elves were asleep now, their work put away,
it’s amazing they made it through another long day.
I in my PJs, my wife in her gown,
had just settled in when we heard quite a sound.
Out by the house came a very loud noise,
it’s a red-suited man with a big bag of toys.
I looked to see what the sound was about,
he was banging a ladder and then he would shout.
He was shifting and fussing, it’s easy to grasp,
the ladder was moving in spite of his clasp.
As he climbed on the rungs its position would change,
and his hands were both full which I found very strange.