Twas The Night Before Christmas, My Version Poem by Noah Body

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Every creature was stirring, even the mouse

No stockings were hung by the chimney with care
Because St Nicholas would never be there

When from out in the front there rose such a clatter
'Twas the Grinch and our treasures climbing down a ladder

A moan and a cry rose to the sky from us all
He'd taken everything, down to the last Christmas ball

With no lights and no tree, no garlands and stockings
Saying Merry Christmas to us would be so mocking

However could we count on the coming of St Nick
When everything was gone, it made us feel sick

But wait, in the sky, what is that right there?
A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

He was coming! He was coming after all
It hadn't mattered about that last ball

The lights and the garlands, the stockings didn't matter
It was coming after all and our depression did scatter

Christmas was coming despite that mean Grinch
May his backside ever be caught in a winch

So remember it now, it's a lesson well learned
Out in the workforce it will never be earned

Christmas is in the heart and it cannot be taken
By that mean old Grinch when your treasures he's raking