'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
not even the dog Elvis
who was whimpering near the plate of freshly mad cookies shaped like elves.
For Puck's traps were hung everywhere but
the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be stuck in one.
Most of the children were all nestled
in their beds,
With almost all of the heads
filled with thoughts of a white New York Christmas,
with the exception of Daphne
who dreamt of early green Christmas morning pancakes.
And Granny Relda asleep with her battling tools
and I outside of Puck's room
Had just started to close one's eyebrows,
When in the living room
there arose such a sudden clatter,
I sprang from my spot to see what was
the matter.
Away to the stairs.
Tearing down the stacks of books.
And open went the door.
When, what to my wondering eyes
did appear,
But a fat Santa
stuck in the chimney and
eight tiny fairies.
With a sudden noise from upstairs
so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment
that it must be Puck.
More rapid that dragons
he came down the stairs.
And he whistled and shouted,
"Now Perry! now Larry!
now, Buirry and Harry!
Trap Santa up good now oh Max and Vix!
Till we oh…."
Puck slowed down to the speed of a snail
When he meet with me,
the main obstacle in his path.
I folded my arms
and growled
As Puck the fairy laughed nervously.
Down the chimney,
Santa sudden came with a bounce.
He was dressed all in Prince Charming's armor
from his head to his foot
A bundle of magical items he had
flung on his back,
And he looked like Uncle Jake when
he opened it.
Just then down ran Sabrina, Daphne, Red, and Uncle
Jake from the stairs,
All gasping at their particular sight.
Santa spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings;
then turned with a jerk;
he quickly handed Puck a lump of coal.
At which Puck whined.
And giving a nod, Santa vanished.
But we all heard him exclaim,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!"