when the sun had yet to rise
Surely it was a dirty little trick
T. Bone was urging us to wipe the sleep from our still so tired eyes.
We descended the stairs with severe cases of bad hair
only to find that the stockings hung the night before by the chimney with care,
Were full to over-brimming,
Showing that indeed St. Nicholas had been there.
Stuffed with sweet treats, spicy sauce and a few toys for the boy,
Abundant with swirly candy, pretty polish and frou frou frills for the girl,
Filled with new mice and fresh fish for the furry faces.
All four children emptied their stockings with smiles making sure to leave no traces.
Miss Bit and T. Bone redeemed their Advent tickets once they were through
for mugs of steaming hot cocoa with extra mallows on the cold December morn
Over sticky pastries and red berries,
We talked a bit of Jesus for us who was born.
We welcomed Fred home for as long as he stays,
and all hope our resident elf leaves with only stories of praise,
Tales of good deeds and kind acts
of fulfilling needs and peaceful pacts.
Seldom do we see such good will and excitement to start the day.
The magic of Christmas certainly makes us feel this very special way.
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