'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the city, Not a creature was stirring, not even a kitty; The decorations were hung on the street poles with care, In hopes that they’d light up, and fill the night air; I was all snuggled, in my oversized home; Wondering if the Community Center, would have a pay phone, And the wind was blowing sand, with all of its might, The thought of higher taxes, just gave me a fright, The Plunge is no more, but what can we say, I hope it’s a good winter, and a lovely Christmas Day.
Moderator's Note: Clement Clark Moore salutes your efforts... a fun local take on the most loved Christmas poem.