A Xmas Poem From Kathie V.

Twas the South Texas Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Honey chased Lilee like she was a mouse.

The Stockings were hung on the wall with great care

In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

with visions of steak bones dancing in their heads.

And mama in her birthday suit and I dressed the same,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the door we flew like a flash,

Out on the porch we went in a dash.

The moon on the breast of the warm Texas night,

Gave luster to the pool it was such a sight.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

We had to think for a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than sea gulls his coursers they came,

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen.

on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.

To the top of the walkway, to the end of the pool deck,

they skidded and to a halt.

As green leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the hot tub the coursers they flew.

With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling I heard on the deck,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around

We noticed St. Nicholas jumping out with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,

But in South Texas it was too much.

Soon he turned around all we saw was his back,

He dove in the pool because it wasn't packed.

The owners came running thinking it was a fairy.

They watched and they wondered at why he was so hairy.

His droll little mouth was drawn in a bow,

and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

At this age we all have broad faces and bellies,

They shake when we laugh like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf,

And we laughed when we saw him in spite of ourselves.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread.

Soon he got out of the pool and quickly got dressed

Filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk

And laying his finger a side of his nose,

And giving a nod to the sleigh he soon dove.

He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle, they all grumbled aloud leaving the hot tub with twizzlers.

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But we heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight

Hate to leave paradise so late in the night

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!!