Twas the Night before Christmas Poem

(Rewritten Tellus 360 style)

Make it Snow!

Twas the night before Christmas when all through store
Not a worker was working, not even a chore
Our shelves are empty and Tellus is bare
In hopes that Annie Baileys will welcome us there

The lights are dimming and we’re dreaming of sleds
While visions of full forests danced in our heads
And Annie in her Wewood and to you we clap
We appreciate you recycle your presents giftwrap

When on our green roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the table to see what was the matter
Away to the roof I flew in a flash
Tore open the door and arrived with a crash

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to the objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a reclaimed wood sleigh and eight kegs of beer

With a little John Keane, so lively and quick
It felt just as good as seeing St. Nick
One by one he tapped each one the same
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Budweiser! now, Smitwicks! now, Guinness and Heineken!
On, Stella! On, Murphys! on Natty and Hefeweizen!
To the front of the roof! to the top of the wall!
Now drink away! Drink away! Drink away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
As dry throats that before a thirst do die
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
When they meet with an obstacle they do cry

So up to the house-top the kegs they flew,
So up to the season they grew
With the sleigh full of hope, and badger Keane too.
A cupful of cheer and a spirit of hope we all knew

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The hope and good nature of friendly group
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
I realized the welcome of a beautiful town

We are dressed all in thanks, from our head to our foot
We are dressed in smiles and warm welcomes for all
And our clothes were all tarnished with paint and soot.
Arms thrown around us like we are wrapped in a shaul

A bundle of life and dreams flung on our back,
A bundle of hope, flung in our sack
And we look just like you, all young and all old.
Walking our way and trying to be bold

Your eyes-how they twinkled! Your dimples how merry!
Our eyes how they twinkle! Our souls are merry!
You have filled our heart and also our belly!
Our welcome from Lancaster has us all aglow,
To all of you we say brilliant and bravo.

The stump of a tree we hold tight in our heart
And the branches as they beautifully grow in good health
We are excited for tomorrow and thankful for today
Your generosity has touched us like the suns ray

We are chubby and plump, a right jolly old crew,
We laugh in your company, we laugh with you!
A wink in our eye and a smile on our head,
Thank you all for your armsbeing outspread.

Our efforts now done and we have ended our work,
And filled all the stockings, we turned with a jerk.
And laying our finger aside of our nose,
In our hearts a tremendous warmth arose!

So as we spring to our families, we give you thanks
As away we all fly to indulge in our pranks.
To you our friends we exclaim with delight
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”