And All Was Quiet In The Little Town

I penned this some years ago and since then have had the enjoyment only upon a few occasions of reading it aloud for several small audiences. Hope you enjoy this holiday rendition as well:  JW

And All Was Quiet In The Little Town

T’was the night before Christmas

and all through the house,

many creatures were stirring;

the dog, the cat and the mouse.

The holiday stockings were washed

and tumbled dry with care

in hopes that Saint Nicholas

would soon be there.

The kids soon were all nestled,

spread six ways across the bed,

with dreams of big presents

weighing heavy in their heads.

Mom and Dad were now busy,

sneaking here and about;

putting out cookies and gifts

when they heard a shout.

“Ho-Ho!" and jingles

were heard in the sky,

a three-point landing

Santa would sure try.

Upon our roof he landed

with a thundering clatter,

I awoke suddenly thinking

it was just mind over matter.

Through the back door

the jolly fat man stumbled;

“Stay Prancer and Vixen,

and Rudolph,” he mumbled.

This was the warm place,

this small white house;

Santa left a little extra behind

for the dog, cat and mouse.

Christmas morning came,

yes all too soon;

the sun now was up,

and so too, was the moon.

Rip, tear and pitch

with the  wrappings they did;

there were plenty of presents

for parent and kid.

Then later came a silent hush

that fell upon the land,

each one looked at another

and held tight their hand.

"Christmas Day, Christmas Night,"

they took time to pray;

“Thank you Lord

for giving us this day.”