.
Not a creature was stirring - not even a mouse!
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon will be there.
But wait! No Smith is nestled all snug in his bed,
Because all of the Smiths are yet to be fed!
Then in a tinkling Lacey hears her favorite "spoon-clinking" sound.
And sure enough Christmas goodies abound.'
Now, Maybe Santa will appear, with his
Sleigh full of presents, and leave them here.
Could this be Santa? No, he's too tall and slim,
And his pretty little wife has been cooking with him.
Is this Santa with cheeks red like a berry,
Accompanied by his family so merry?
His droll little mouth has been smiling all day,
But the beard on his chin- is -well - a little bit gray.
But Santa did arrive! And his elf-girls took shifts.
Handing out hugs, and wishes, and gifts.
Clearly exhausted from their gift-opening spree,
The Smith family has been brought to their knees----(or other parts.)
Then Lacey says, "I'm tired, I can't take any more!"
Then simply gives up and begins to snore.
And all of the Smith can now nestle warm in their beds,
While memories of Christmas 2013 dance in their heads.
