T’was the Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
I was constantly stirring with help from my spouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
filled with fudge and big cookies, for the family to share.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of chocolate cakes danced in their heads.
And dad in his sweat suit and I in my cap,
had just settled down to enjoy a nice frappe.
When down in the kitchen their arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see was the matter.
Away down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Ran into the kitchen and tripped on the trash.
The icing on the cake of the just frosted dough,
had the luster of wet chocolate on cakes high and low.
The cookies with sprinkles!
The desserts looked so merry!
The chocolate ganache cake was topped with a cherry!
Santa had put them all out
to taste them for fun.
Before I knew it he had eaten each one!
He was happy and cheerful a right jolly old elf,
as he ate all the cookies in the jar on the shelf.
He sprang to his sleigh,
to his team gave some candy
and away they all flew
feeling happy and dandy.
But I heard him explain,
as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all,
eat cake and cookies all night!