Night before Christmas - RV Style
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the RV
Not one person was stirring, unbelievably The stockings were hung ‘cross the slide out with care In hopes that St. Nicholas could find them in the middle of nowhere The children were nestled all snug in their bunk beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads And we in our warmest clothes, for the heater was about to snap Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap When out in the campground there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter Down the ladder and to the window I flew like a flash Tore open the blinds and rubbed the fingerprints off the glass The moon light shining on the new fallen snow Gave the appearance of mid-day to the power pedestals below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But, a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer No one wakes in the camper without causing a stir No matter how silent and nimble they were So the family came running to join me at the window now To watch what was occurring beyond the slide out’s bow We saw a little old driver, so lively and quick We all knew in a moment it must be St. Nick More rapid than a truck with brakes burning, 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 vinyl roof, to the top of the fiber glass wall Now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As an awning before the wild hurricane flies When met with an obstacle, rips off and mounts to the sky So up to the top of the camper the coursers they flew With a very heavy sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, too. Then, with a loud creak above us, I heard on that vinyl roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof “The way that they sound, they will rip it to shreds!" Said Dad as his eye balls popped out of his head As we looked away from the window and were turning around Down from the air vent St. Nicholas came with a bound We gasped at the sight, not believing what we had seen here But, with a wink of his eye, we knew we had nothing to fear He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot A bundle of toys he had flung on his back And Dad winced at the site, for we had no more room to pack To our stockings he went, counting eight in all Hung up with care above the slide out wall In the glow of our tree did we watch with delight As he continued his work in our camper that night He gave what we each wished for, because he always knows And then he checked that the cold hadn’t frozen our hose Then laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the air vent he rose He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout And away they all flew like that awning the wind ripped out But, I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night! Poem by Hanna Smith copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved |
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