The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Regulus, James, and Harry were all blissfully asleep, tucked in all comfy cozy. They’d went to bed with full hearts and full stomachs after spending Christmas Eve with family and friends and feasts.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Harry dreamed of many things, most containing presents and gifts he’d get, or even of catching Santa Claus in the dead of night.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Regulus and James were in matching pajamas, Harry’s being a onesie version of the others. They lied curled up in bed, cuddled up and cozy as presents were set under the Christmas tree.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
Regulus was in awe. Finally a Christmas uncontrolled by his mother or any other evil force that may have attempted to stop them from enjoying it.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Harry couldn’t wait. He was restless. Tossing and turning, however deep asleep he was.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
The night was gorgeous, a cool breeze fluttering through the crack in the window and blowing across James and Regulus’ bedroom, the air smelling of snow and feeling like true Christmas.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
The happy couple’s decorations on the yard swayed slightly, blown blissfully by the breeze as they slept serenely.