‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
A young girl was shivering, right under her blouse
The cold, winter air had crept under the door
The insulation in the walls must have been very poor
The windows were covered with extra thick curtains
In hopes that frost wouldn’t bite, and her toes wouldn’t be hurtin’
So she slid on some socks and lit the fireplace
In desperate attempts to warm up the space
But with her insides still as frozen as dripping icicles
She made a cup of hot chocolate, stirring marshmallows in circles
Taking a big sip of her cocoa without even blowing
She burned her taste buds right off, and in pain she started crowing
The girl let go of her hot chocolate and began to loudly yell
But soon regretted her decision as she looked down where it fell
For a stream of cocoa had crawled to the tree
All the lights began to flicker, so she started to plea
No matter how much she begged and how much she cried
Her request, to no avail, was sadly denied
Now sitting in darkness and with a lack of Christmas spirit
She shooed approaching carolers away, yelling, “I don’t want to hear it!”
The only light she had now was the hot yellow flame
But what was she to do when only herself was to blame
The young girl sighed in defeat and began to clean up the mess
Wondering what her parents would think, she began to really stress
So she tiptoed up the stairs with the flame of fire as her light
Squeezing past her parents’ room careful not to wake ‘em up with fright
When she reached the room that she rests, she lit her pine-scented candle
And began to rummage through her closet, for the cold she could not handle
When the young girl found a jacket she slipped it on in a great, big hurry
She had to find some new lights before her parents began to scurry
She tiptoed back down the stairs, all decked out for the winter cold
And she took a deep breath, telling herself to just be bold
When she inched the front door closed and looked out at the world around
She smiled with such glee at the beauty so profound
Tilting her head back and shutting her eyes so very tight
The young girl giggled with her tongue out, catching snowflakes in the night
She hopped out into the snow and layed down right on her back
Making angels in the fluffy white dust, but then she heard a CLACK
She hopped up in a hurry and looked up to find the sound
And she couldn’t believe when she saw reindeer chomping carrots by the pound
The next thing she saw nearly made her faint with disbelief
For it was jolly old Saint Nick carrying presents in a sheaf
He looked down at the girl, who was now covered in the snow
And he grabbed his big, old belly saying, “HO HO HO!”
“Santa is that really you?” she said with a glimmer in her eyes
“I thought you weren’t truly real! I’ve seen my parents in disguise!”
He smiled a soft, warm grin and looked at the girl with adoration
Saying, “Of course I am real! I’ve been traveling the nation!”
The girl jumped with excitement at the man on her roof
For she’d almost lost her Christmas spirit, but now she had proof
“I don’t care what if the lights went out,” the girl said with utter glee
“Saint Nicholas is real! Who even needs a stinking tree.”
Santa looked down at the girl with confusion in his eyes
Wondering why she’d say such a thing, but then they heard the sound of cries
“Oh no!” The young girl said as she started to really worry
“My parents know I am gone, I really need to hurry!”
“Well what is a young girl like you doing out here anyway?”
Santa worried for the girl’s safety, for there was no light left in the day
She said, “My Christmas tree is dead because the lights have all gone out.”
And then she looked down at the ground and began to whimper and pout
“Please don’t cry my young one,” Santa said to the sad little girl
“I have some lights in my sleigh of course, how about you give them a whirl!”
And so he gave her the lights with a smile oh so bright
Saying, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”