Stephen D. Williams
Twas the Night Before Christmas (for runners)
Twas the night before Christmas
By: Stephen D. Williams,2009/12/30
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except my son’s mouse.
Stockings were hung by running shoes with care,
In hopes that a long run soon would be there.
My honey was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in her head.
And her in her nightgown, and I with my map,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the net there arose such a chatter,
That I sprang from my chair to avoid getting fatter.
Away from the browser I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and got ready to dash.
A clear starry sky and a bright moon glow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a wide open road, and everything was clear!
If I didn’t go out and be lively and quick,
I knew pretty soon I’d look like St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, landmarks whizzed past,
The wind whistled, steps sounded, I must be going fast!
Now dash by the fence, running down Middlefield!
On toward Moffet, where the hill is a shield!
To the top of the gorge, to the top of the wall!
Now dash by NASA, fly by the Googleplex all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the overpass my feet they flew,
With Camelback full of Gatorade, and GPS too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard down the street,
The prancing and echos of each dozen feet.
As I turned my head, and was looking around,
Nowhere in the dark was St. Nicholas found.
I was dressed all in gear, from my head to my feet,
Clothes to impress any runner I meet.
A bundle of toys I had flung on my back,
And I looked like a runner, stuff bulging from my pack.
The stars – how they twinkled! The Yule lights, how merry!
My cheeks were like roses, my nose like a cherry!
My big drooling mouth was drawn up like a grin,
And the beard on my chin was just breaking the skin.
Stem of the Camelback held tight in my teeth,
Steam from my breath encircled my head like a wreath.
I had a cold face and a little round belly,
That shook with each stride, like a bowlful of jelly!
I was chubby and plump, a right jolly old harrier,
And I laughed when I thought of it, all the more merrier.
A blink of the watch, and a twist of my head,
Soon let me know I had nothing to dread.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
Passing the miles without a hitch or a jerk.
And while running for fun to see how it goes,
I was happy to PR by the tip of my nose.
Birds sprang to the Bay, dark loud missiles,
And I got to the finish with wheezes and whistles.
Having given myself a present in time, warm home again was a wonderful sight,
Writing while running, I’m happy to say: “Happy Run Mas! to all, and to all a good-night! ”
(Conceived and partially written on an evening 13.1 mile run on Christmas Eve in Mountain View, CA on Steven’s Creek Trail.)
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