'Twas a Month Before Christmas

"Twas a month before Christmas

when deep in his den,

Santa was busy

with paper and pen.

He spoke not a word

as he rechecked his list,

making sure not a single

name had he missed.

With the fire so cozy

and his good faithful dog,

Santa needed a break

or he'd sleep like a log.

When what to his wondering

eyes should appear,

but sweet Mrs. Claus

with some cookies and cheer.

In the den she had come

without making a sound.

She made Santa jump

when he first turned around.

"Now Santa,"

Mrs. Claus said with a smile,

"why do't you stop

and rest for a while?"

They had cookies and cocoa

near the crackling flames

while Santa's mind pondered

over hundreds of names.

Megan wanted a narwhal.

Amy asked for some books.

David wanted a new

fishing rod and some hooks.

They chatted and laughed

'till the very last bite,

then went off to bed

to sleep through the night.