The Night Before Cmas

I write this silly little poem last night, sort of my own version of Twas the Night Before Christmas and I forgot to post it on here before I went to bed on the actual night before Cmas. It's just something silly, nothing real formal or anything, but for my first poem I think it's pretty good. It sort of tells about the true meaning of Cmas. Anyway, Merry Cmas to Everyone! I hope you all have a fabulous holiday :)

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Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house,

only the parents were stirring, and maybe the basement mouse.

The stockings weren't hung by the chimney w/ care,

but placed under the tree that was certainly not bare.

The children were nestled and snug in their beds,

while visions of laptops and ipods danced in their heads.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

daddy sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the front door he flew like flash,

tore open the screen door, ready to bash.

Freezing his tush off in the new fallen snow,

he stood there to make sure we were safe from any foe.

When what to his tired eyes should appear?

another pair of smaller feet in the snow, oh dear!

With a little girl standing there in the cold snow so thick,

he rushed her inside so she wouldn't get sick.

More rapid than eagles her questions they came,

and then speaking quietly he called her gently by name.

"Now Brenidee, my darling, my sweet little girl,

the mysteries of Christmas you very much want to unfurl.

From the bottom of your toes to the top of your head,

i'm sorry, but you must get back to bed!"

As those big brown eyes with curiosity did spy,

daddy could not hide this for he did not tell lies.

So she put on her cutest face and she knew,

she'd get the answers she wanted, and maybe more too.

And in daddy's kind eyes she saw that he'd do,

just about anything for her happiness and her little heart flew.

As he stared into those big brown eyes on her face,

she said "daddy, please tell me the secret of Santa's place."

And then at that moment he discovered her knack

of getting the truth out of everyone in their family pack.

So he told his sweet little daughter that

"Santa lives in our hearts, not under that big red hat.

A long time ago he gave toys to those in need

on the wonderful day we call Christmas Eve.

We celebrate this amazing day each year

for another reason as well. Will you hear?"

"Oh yes daddy, please tell me why,

for I know there's something more important." She said with a sigh.

We celebrate Christmas each year because

there was an amazing person born on this day, there was!

His name was Jesus, you know lots about him,

and he gave up his life to save ours, tho that sounds kind of grim.

He could see the worry plain in her eyes,

so he said in a soft voice, "Now don't you cry.

For Jesus loves us and this is his day,

He wouldn't want you to cry, but to be happy and play.

But no playing right now for you must go back to bed,

so you won't be too tired, don't worry that little head.

Tomorrow will be fun, I can't wait to see your face,

As you open your presents, in the present opening race!"

And then what he heard so high pitched and so clear,

"As long as you don't forget daddy, what is most important and near.

Our family is what Christmas is really about, Jesus knows that

and on his Birthday, if we love one another, he'll be happy as a cat."

Suddenly she sprang to her feet, to her daddy gave a wink,

then ran off to her room before daddy could even think.

But he thought out loud as she ran out of sight,

"I'm lucky to have her, what a wonderful night."