‘Twas 10 nights before Christmas, and in our sad house
Not a sign of the holiday – it just made us grouse!
I’m in my jimmies, sitting quietly there
Pop Pop seemed to have not a care
Suddenly there were children with caps on their heads
On the doorstep with no thought of going to bed
Mamma had driven them and was ready to shop
So her visit was nothing but a quick stop
Down in the basement there arose such a clatter,
And boxes and houses and fake snow was scattered!
Away to the front room I flew like a flash,
It looked like the scene from a holiday bash!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen poly snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature village, with cows and reindeer,
With little old designers, so lively and quick,
Everything was done in just over a tick.
More rapid than eagles up and downstairs they ran
Faster, much faster than ever we can
Now Julia, Now Larry, Now Pop Pop come here
Dinner is ready – you’ve earned it my dears!
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