The Night, Night, Night, Night, Before Christmas © 2010

 

By Moore & Livingston - Revised by: Mrs. Claus

 

‘Twas the night, night, night, night,

Before Christmas, when all through the Clouds;

The tornadoes were stirring and the thunder was loud.

 

The sandbags were stacked by the galleries with care,

In hopes the Pineapple Express will not come here.

The homeless were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of latte’s danced in their heads.

 

And me in my wet suit and papa in his cap,

Had just settled down for a paddleboard nap.

When out on the ocean there arose such a clatter,

I stood on the board to see what was the matter.

 

Away to the boardwalk I flew like a flash,

Tore open the Guard Station and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

A storm that would scare everyone till New Year.

 

The rain was a comin’ like never before,

Our Forest Avenue house had mud to the door.

The Palm trees thrashed, and the mud rushed in,

I knew in a moment it wasn’t St. Nick.

 

His reindeer were in the canyon almost floating away,

But then he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of Act V! To the Top of the World!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

 

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too,

No Way was he gonna let our kids cry boo hoo!

And I heard him exclaim, as he dropped off the toys,

Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!

Love,

Mrs. Claus of Laguna Beach

Santa House Photo