Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Every creature was stirring
Except for the mouse- (we got rid of him last week)

All the stockings were hung
By the fake chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicolas
Soon would be there

I in my PJ’s and
My cute hubby in his too
Are trying to remember
Where we stashed all the goods

We’ve got presents hidden
All over the house
And the shop
And down the street

And we can’t remember exactly what
We spent hours wrapping
So on Christmas morning
We’ll all have fun unwrapping

Like most years
Santa’s workshop is still going
Making toys for little ones
Who will wake up tomorrow without ever knowing

That the man in the suit
Is someone they’ve always known
And Mrs. Claus
Is never far from home

And even though Christmas
Isn’t about presents
And my precious angels
Haven’t forgotten who sent us

Here on Earth to be tested
To have families and love
Who gave us the biggest gift
Of eternal happiness from above

I still can’t wait
For the floor to be covered
With wrapping paper and toys
Good St. Nick can be counted on
For my sweet girls and boys.