Advertisement
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the town,
Not a trace of the people
Was there anywhere found.
The smoke from the chimneys
Rose up in the air,
In the hopes that Saint Nicholas
Soon would be there.
The stockings all hung
Wherever they could,
The glow from the fireplaces
Stoked high with wood.
The tinkling of coins
In the poker machines,
Where folks pushed the buttons
For Jacks, Kings and Queens.
The luster on rooftops
Could be seen down below,
From the flickering, shimmering
New fallen snow.
The stores had closed early
On Christmas Eve.
Friends huddled together
For their gifts to receive.
They sing Christmas carols
Of holiday cheer,
Songs of Peace and of love.
In the hope that their voices
Would reach God above.
Then I heard all those voices
Break the still of the night-
Merry Christmas to all-
And to all a good night!
December, 2000
By: Rosie Kelly
Commenting has been disabled for this item.