Twas the Night Before Christmas…
Twas the night before Christmas, I was about to go out
when I remembered I needed something to write about.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
I sat down with my laptop in my comfiest chair.
I pondered and pondered ”Oh, what can I do?”
because usually I try to give advice to all of you.
Today I’ve decided, though you will read this late
to grace you with a poem that I hope you don’t hate.
As I started to write, there came a noise with a clatter.
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
My father, dressed as jolly Saint Nick
had climbed to the roof, with a speed very quick.
His fake beard was crooked, and his cheeks were so red
that they matched the hat that sat on his head.
“Dad,” I yelled, “What the heck are you thinking,”
“I’m just finishing the milk that Santa loves drinking!”
“But Dad, it’s freezing. You’ll catch a cold!”
“You sound like my mother. Don’t try to act so old!
It’s Christmas, after all, a time for great joy
So act your own age, go play with some toys!”
My father was right, I knew it was true.
I’m only nineteen, I can be a kid too.
Though it may seem like you’re out on your own
just because you’re in college, doesn’t mean you’re full grown.
The holidays are a time to be young at heart
and that is definitely my favorite part.
So, you must let Christmas bring great cheer
to you and your family, each and every year.
I waited for Dad to climb down the ladder
I had never seen him any gladder.
With a clap of his hands, the tree came alight.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!
This poem I wrote, is a gift from me to you
in hopes that you have a wonderful holiday too!