It was not the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Creatures were stirring,
Heck, maybe even a mouse.
The stockings were not hung by the chimney with care,
Because Santa surely would not stop here.
Avery was not finally sleeping,
All snug in his beds, while visions of toys
Flipped through his head.
Andrew was not working in front of the TV,
With a million part wagon propped on his knee.
Mom did not get in bed around two,
Avery did not sleep the whole night through!
It was not 7 am, when arose such a clatter
I did not spring from the bed to see what was the matter.
I did not find a smiling little boy
Ready to wake up and celebrate Christmas Joy!
