‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Something was stirring that frightened the mouse…
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
While something arrived that shouldn’t be there.
The children upstairs were nestled, all snug in their beds
With visions of Mrs. Baddeley’s plum pudding danced in their heads.
Mamma in her sheath and Papa in his cap
Had settled their brains for a long winter nap
When out in the hall, there arose such a clatter
Papa sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the stairs he went in a flash
To see a girl on the landing, with a coat made of badges and her hair tied with a sash
Outside, the moon glowed on the newly fallen snow
While downstairs, something glowed brightly on the tree and the presents below
A man before Papa’s wandering eyes appeared
Dressed in gold and surrounding him a light so bright that everything else seemed to disappear.
The girl moved so quick
Papa knew this wasn’t St. Nick
More rapid than eagles, his powers they came
As he bellowed orders, the girl called out his name;
“Light, stop this now!”
He looked up, “No. You shall all bow”
As tendrils of lightening dashed away across the vast hall
Papa heard the girl call
“Go! Get away, you all must get away, you-all,”
As a wind blew through the house like a hurricane flies
The girl fell back, hitting her head and there she lies
Up the stairs, Light flew
Papa knows he doesn’t have a sleigh full of toys, but his children might think he’s St Nick too
Then there was a twinkling sound that seemed to come from all around
The girl, her consciousness she found
It’s not reindeer with their little hooves
Clattering around on the roofs
As Papa drew his head and turned around
Up the staircase the girl was abound
Light looked at her, like she was something small underfoot
Where the lightning had struck her, her clothes were tarnished with burns and soot
A bundle of a device she had assembled from her pocket
Light let loose another lightning strike, which left his fingers with the power of a rocket
His eyes – oh how they twinkled! His smile, how merry!
His cheeks burnt red like roses, his nose like a cherry!
The girl, however, her face stern, her mouth clamped shut like a bow,
The device began to glow as white as the snow
She clenched her teeth,
The energy from the device threw itself around Light, wrapping around him like a wreath
His face had been so broad and jolly
But he then realised his folly
His powers drained from him then
And Papa couldn’t help but laugh when
In the time it takes to blink
Light had no time to think
Papa turned his head
The girl gave him a knowing nod, Light dissipated and vanished; there was nothing left to dread.
In the still dark, she spoke not a word; instead turning to her work
She gave a dial on the device a little jerk
Looking at Papa, she patted the side of her nose,
Giving a final nod, out the door she flows
Papa sprang down the stairs, but before he could call after her,
Only motorbike headlights in the distance told him; she’s a blur.
But Papa heard her exclaim as she drove out of sight –
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”