'Twas Two Nights Before Christmas

Twas two nights before Christmas, when driving down the road

No creatures were stirring, not even a toad.

The fog was hanging all around in the air,

And we decided St Nicholas should soon be there.

Our friends were playing-all jolly and fun,

While we thought in awe at what had to be done.

And Hannah in her boots, and I in my sweats,

Gave ourselves plenty of time—there was no need to fret.

We gathered our things to complete this grand plan,

Christmas music, a full tank of gas, and the attitude of a man.

The very same Santa Claus-who visited us each year

couldn’t we do the same? With a wheel we would steer.

Our plan was in execution. We knew what to do

Just like St. Nick we’d deliver gifts to our friends, family, and you.

All around the world in one night with gifts and with love-

Couldn’t we do the same to our cities below and above?

With me as the driver, so lively and quick,

We knew if we tried we’d be done in a jiff.

More rapid than eagles we sped down the streets,

And we ran, and delivered, and turned on the heat!

"Now Cedar Hills! now, Highland! now, Provo and Orem!

To Springville! To, Draper! To even South Jordan!

To the top of the state! We will skip over the mall!

Now hurry! Hurry! We must deliver them ALL!"

We drove as dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When we met with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the houses the coursers we flew,

With the car full of gifts, impersonating Santa too.

And when, in a twinkling, one house was complete

We would feel all a flutter and go to the next street.

Feeling giddy and excited as another gift was given

We felt just like Santa! (maybe a little less driven...)

We imagined us like Santa, dressed from his head to his foot,

And his clothes are all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of Toys he has flung on his back,

And he looks like a peddler, opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkle! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks are like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin is as white as the snow.

He brings cheer all around with his face full of joy

We wanted to do the same to every good girl and boy.

We drove and drove-it went on for hours!

We started to worry when it showed midnight on the clock-tower!

“We haven’t even done half!” Hannah cried in despair,

And I laughed and said “well, there’s always next year!

Or even tomorrow. Or even next week,

Giving gifts doesn’t end when the clock chimes creak.

We can give all year ‘round and feel like Santa every day!”

And as we contemplated this idea—Hannah said “OK”.

So we went on home and met our curfew,

Going to bed and feeling refreshed and anew!

In the morning we started again--finishing our one great goal

What could be better than giving, and giving more!

In giddiness we exclaimed as we drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Being Santa Claus is not as easy as it may seem... It's actually quite impossible. But feeling even a little bit like Santa giving gifts and being jolly and secretive--that is fun. That's why we have Santa Claus. To show how joyful it can be to be selfless and give and love.

It's Christmas Eve.

You know what that means...

Santa is COMING!!!

And I'm sure he will do a better job than Hannah and I and reach every person all around the world.

Tomorrow everyone will be with their families and feel the love of Christ and the joy of Christmas.

Thank you Santa.

I promise I've been good.

I'll see you tonight?

MERRY CHRISTMAS!