Merry Christmas To All
'Twas the night before Christmas at my house
when I heard a noise, and it wasn't a mouse.
While my wife was still fast asleep in bed,
through the window, I saw a flash of red.
I blamed raccoons for causing this uproar,
I know what they're like; I've heard them before.
Tipping garbage cans over, they're a pest,
and wanting to check it out, I got dressed.
No one was stirring, so I went to see
what made enough noise to awaken me.
Grabbing a flashlight, I headed outside,
where I slipped, landing square on my backside.
Let me tell you, I wasn't in a good mood,
and that fall didn't improve my attitude.
On the roof, I spot reindeer and a sled,
for it wasn't raccoons, but Santa instead.
And Rudolph's scarlet nose was all aglow,
causing a red reflection on the snow.
Santa winked, and then the reindeer took flight,
I tell you, I'll never forget that night.
My wife would not believe a word I said,
saying that I probably hit my head.
But when I was getting up from my fall,
I swear I heard, "Merry Christmas to all."
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