T’was the Night Before Christmas (Rendition)
My wonderful husband, who is family oriented, loves to surprise us ever now and then. He has a very creative mind. This week he surprised us with his rendition of ‘T’was the Night Before Christmas’.
I thought it was so good and I wanted to share it with you.
T’was the Night Before Christmas (Rendition by: Barry E. Mauldin)
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a dog was barking, not even Breezy’s big mouth.
The stockings were hung on the bookshelf with care
In hopes that Santa Clause soon would be there.
Rachel and Phoenix slept snug in their bed
while visions of gum and shaved ice danced in their heads;
and MeeMaw on her computer, and me on the couch
watching college football, or maybe taking a nap.
When out on the patio, there arose such a clatter,
All the dogs started barking! I thought they were going to fight,
I got off the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I went and turned on the light.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny white tail deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick!
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now Dasher! now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
So up to the house-top they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and Santa Cause too.
And then down the chimney Santa came with a bound.
He sprinkled elf dust on the dogs, so they couldn’t make a sound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot.
A bundle of toys he had slung on his back; He was ready to work.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
The beard on his chin was as white as a bowl of cotton,
His red flannel suit looked old; near to rotten.
He had a fat face and a big, round belly
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Putting gifts under the tree; so that’s how it works.
When he was done, he turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger on his nose, up the chimney he rose!
He jumped in his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they flew like a jet plane, covered in tinsel.
But, I heard him exclaim, as he went out of sight:
“Merry Christmas to ya’ll and ya’ll have a good night!”