The morning before

My attempt at poetry inspired by my 2 oldest kids:

Twas the morning before Christmas,

when all through the house,

the kids were all sleeping,

except two noisy elves.

The carrots and broccoli

were put by the Chimney with care,

in hopes that St. Nicholas

soon would be here.

The noisy elves were scheming

in their hide-out beds,

Going to stay all day long

in hopes to catch the man in RED.

With I in my pajamas

and Daddy still in bed,

we'd just waken up

scratching our heads.

When out in the family room

there arose such a clatter,

I rolled over in bed

to hear what was the matter.

In came quickly two noisy little elves,

claiming they heard Santa Clause close by.

They claim they heard footsteps

and little tiny laughs.

Any maybe even eyes

peeking out of the chimney.

The noisy elves ran back

to asses the situation

and started to sing Christmas songs

with great anticipation.

Singing Dashing through the snow,

Up on the house top,

Santa Claus is coming to town,

and We wish you a Merry Christmas

at the top of their lungs.

They thought for sure that Santa

would appear any minute,

with toys and presents,

from their Christmas wish lists.

Instead they were reminded

They would have to wait

until all the good elves

were tucked in bed tonight.

But I heard them exclaim

as I left out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all,

and to all a good night."