The night before Christmas

Is everyone ready for their Christmas photo?

Sally Ann, will you read me this book?

Yes please, Sally Ann!  We love the night

before Christmas!.

Please Sally Ann, we promise to be good.

Alright, get my chair please.

Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not

even a mouse.

The stockings were hung 

By the chimney with care

In hopes that St. Nicolas soon would be there...

Goodnight Sally, Goodnight everybody else...

Goodnight Helena and Lillibet.

Daisy, it's bedtime.  

Nutmeg is not tired, he wants

to see Santa.

Santa can't come

until you are asleep.

OK, ok! Fine.

I'm going to bed now Sally.

Look Joan's already asleep!

Goodnight girls, Merry Christmas.

Goodnight Sally.

Zzzzzz

Zzzz

Goodnight Christmas Tree.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds...

While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads

And Mama in her kerchief

and I in my cap,

had just settled down for a long

winter's nap.

When out on the lawn

there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed

to see what was the matter.

Away to the window 

I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters

and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of

the new fallen snow,

gave a luster of midday

to objects below;

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,

I knew in a moment it must be

Saint Nick.

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes how they twinkled

His dimples how merry!

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod up the chimney he rose.