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The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

-- Clement C. Moore


'Twas the night before solstice and all through the co-op

My lifemate and I, having turned down the heat,

I saw there below through the murk of the night

He called each by name, as if he were right

Up to the roof-top they carried the sleigh.

After donning my slippers, downstairs did I dash

He stood back up dazed, with mirth in his eyes.

Behind him he toted a red velvet bag

He blinked and said, "Ho, ho, ho,! But you're kidding!"

He looked in my eyes for some sign of assent,

He said, "But they're children - lo, when do they play?"

He sheepishly did as I'd asked and behold!

Deep in his satchel he searched for a toy,

I seized on his bag just to see for myself

Plus an archery play set with shafts that fly out,

That's all I could find in his red velvet sack -

The big man's expression was a trifle bereaved

"Enough histrionics! Don't pity our kids

"Pray, could I meet them?" "Oh no, they're not here.

I ran outside the co-op to see him react

But with parting disdain, do you know what he said,

-- James Finn Garne

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