Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Conan was creeping, as quite as a mouse;
Looking for clues with much care
Seeing if the suspect had been there;
Rachel was nestled all snug in her bed
With dreams of Jimmy in her head;
Detective Moore put on his sleeping cap
And lay on his couch for a long nap;
When from downstairs came a loud clatter
And they all ran to see what was the matter;
"A thief or intruder?!" they said in a flash
And Detective Moore drew back the sash;
Outside the window in the fallen snow
Were odd footprints just below:
The owner of the footprints soon would appear
A small sleigh and some reindeer;
A man in the sleigh disappeared real quick
"That can't be old St Nick!"
A sound from the chimney soon came
When a jolly voice loudly rang;
"Now, a Sherlock book for little Conan."
Detective Moore started groan'in;
"For Rachel new gloves again this year!"
Rachel smiled from ear to ear;
"For Mr. Moore. Well he'd been bad this year"
Detective Moore's eyes opened wide with fear.
Soon they heard shuffling upon the roof
The impatient steps of the deer's hoof;
As Conan and all were turning around
St Nick came through the chimney abound:
Dressed in red satin from head to foot
And that red satin covered in soot;
A sack of toys for kids slung over his back
Soon swiftly he began to unpack;
"That is a crook! That cannot be St. Nick who just came indoor!"
Shouted the exasperated Detective Moore;
Conan and Rachel rolled their eyes
Sometimes detective Moore is hard not to despise;
But before the detective could be halted
Detective Moore was quickly catapulted;
St Nick let out a long painful holler
Detective Moore wouldn't release his coats collar;
"I know why he's on the naughty list!"
Conan laughed and made a gist;
Soon St Nick wrestled Moore off his back
He landed on the floor with a loud smack!
St Nick handed each one their gift
And just as he came, he left just as swift;
Conan smiled and opened his Detective book
Detective Moore shot him a dirty look;
Rachel slipped on her gloves with glee
Admiring them by the light of the Christmas tree;
And detective Moore opened his gift
Slowly the box lid he began to lift;
His face was filled with anger and surprise
When a piece of coal fell upon his eyes;
They heard a booming voice as St. Nick rode out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"