Yes! Let's write our own! A jland Christmas....Anyone up for the challenge? 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the second before Christmas, and all through the cabin,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a tiny dog.
The socks were hung by the kitchen table with care,
In hopes that St. John soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their desks,
While visions of sugar-pizzas danced in their eyes.
And sister in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
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,
ran open the shutters, and cried up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-ages to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a growing cactus, and eight tiny rattle snakes.
With a little old driver, so lively and drinking,
I knew in a moment it must be St. John.
More rapid than armadillos his rattle snakes they came,
And he whistled, and laughed, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Krissy! Now, Angel and Vixen!
On, Valerie! On Lazy Cat! On, Vest and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the cowboy boot!
Now whistle away! Whistle away! Whistle away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the kitchen table St. John came with a bound.
His eyes -- how they sang! His dimples, how laughing!
His hands were like spurs, his elbow like a taco!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the socks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his ear aside of his bottom lip,
And giving a nod, up the kitchen table he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a burp,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good second!"