'Twas My Night Before Christmas' Poem by Linda Winchell

Twas my night before Christmas
and all over our farm!
All our hens asleep in their coop
and even some, in our barn!

The goats had all eaten
untill their bellies were so full!
The sheep were all cozy
curled up asleep, in their coats of fine wool!

The rabbits were out playing
you could see, the glow from their eyes!
from the moon lit skies light
far up in the heavens high.

But something seemed different
as I gazed at it all.
Was a sudden hush of silence
that had come over it all.

With snow on the ground
and me in my robe and cap!
I was just about to start
my Christmas Eve winters nap.

Then the sound of sleigh bells
cut through the nights cold, stillness of air.
As I looked to the North of the farm
I seen it all then appear!

Daddy coming home, with his bundle of presents!
In an old horse drawn sleigh.
He had swapped for, some prize rooster pheasants!

I ran to the window to see all more clear
and the sliegh I thought horse drawn
was being pulled by, four tiny reindeer!

Now I knew that it all
seemed very strange to my eyes.
Now could Daddy be that fella Santa?
that flies through, Christmas Eve skies?

I heard him exclaim as he pulled into our drive
that Daddy's favorite gal, had a BIG Santa's surprise!

So as I laid in my bed
pretending to sleep.
In Daddy did tip, toe!
To our tree with his keep!

Setting the presents all under our tree
I knew there had to be one special present
Daddy had just placed there, for me!

'Twas My Night Before Christmas'
But the best present for me.
Was the surpise that I got from Daddy
on that cold Christmas Eve!

'Merry Christmas Daddy'