Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house.
There was one creature stirring, and his name was Klaus.
His dreams were full of monsters and tigers and bears.
So he woke himself up and tip toed down the stairs.
He hoped that Santa was there by the tree.
But his Mom had no milk and instead left herbal tea.
He'd cried that night before going to bed.
Saying "Mom! Santa hates tea! It's like trading cookies for stale bread!"
But his Mom had little money so there was no milk.
So she had tucked him into bed where his sheets felt like silk.
Even with silky sheets he still wasn't able to sleep.
But now he crept down the stairs, hoping for a peak.
He saw presents and cookie crumbs galore.
But was disturbed when a figure knocked the tea on the floor.
"Whoops!" the white figure said, standing tall and firm.
Klaus couldn't see who it was so he had to squirm.
It wasn't Santa that stood putting presents under the tree.
It was a man with holes all over him. Klaus could spot three!
Scared by the man with holes in his hands and feet
Klaus ran up 5 stairs so he wouldn't be dead meat.
"Is he a burglar? Or a ghost? Or even a killer!"
The boy was intrigued & scared by this thriller.
"I'm not a killer." The man said as he appeared in front of Klaus.
The boy almost screamed but didn't want to wake the house.
"Who are you?" Said the boy who had calmed himself down.
All the man did was point to his crown.
It was a crown of thorns stuck in his head.
The man said "I'd tell you how I got this but it's time for you to return to bed."
Klaus asked "Who are you?" Once again to the mysterious man.
He said "I was born for you, your family, and all of man."
He continued "Christmas isn't about presents or lights.
It's not even about the tree or the delicious bites.
It's about how I came down to earth, I was born just to die."
Klaus began crying and he didn't know why.
"But I did it on purpose. Because I love you all.
You are my creation. I'll always catch you when you fall.
Now I have to get going. So off to bed.
Climb into your warm blanket and rest your little head."
So the boy followed the man's orders and scurried off to his room
He cried when he figured out who that man was that had talked to Klaus.
"Jesus" he whispered and smiled a bit.
But then he woke up and felt like a twit.
He'd thought it was real and started to cry.
In a way it was real because Jesus did die.
"Merry Christmas Jesus" he shouted with glee.
Then he darted down stairs to sit by the tree.