Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, where it all begun
Not a creature was stirring, not even a little one.

Twas the night before Christmas, where it all begun
Not a creature was stirring, not even a little one.
The stockings were laid on the couch with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there

The twins were tucked all snug in their crib,
While dreaming of milk all over their bib.

And papa in his cab, and I in my PJs,
Had just settled down for a break from the frays
When out in the desert there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the computer to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
Drew open the blinds with the sound of a crash.
The light in our yard from the strip far away

Gave the illusion on people gambling all day.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, out the door he goes!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his jackrabbits he proceeds,
And away they all flew like the rolling of tumbleweeds.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas from the Hardmans, hope yours was a delight!"