Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hill,
not a creature was stirring it all was so still.
All the pagers and cell phones were charging with care,
No phone calls tonight, on Christmas Eve, who would dare.
The doors were all locked,
There was ne’ry a sound,
As I made my way back from the last of my rounds.
I slowly sat down with the loudest of sighs
And glanced out the window, it was snowing outside.
I turned on the TV to catch up on the news,
and in no time at all I started to snooze.
When all of a sudden I jumped up with a start,
my hands were all sweaty, beat, beat went my heart.
The place was all dark, nobody was there.
I puffed up my chest, there was nothing to fear.
Then out of the darkness came a hideous sound.
My knees started knocking as I looked all around.
It echoed and vibrated then bounced off the walls
till I wasn’t sure where the sound came from at all.
The thumping grew louder and filled me with dread
as visions of politicians danced in my head.
There were Democrats, Republicans and a Liberal or two
When I saw Reid and Pelosi I knew I was through.
They slowly marched forward, I had no place to run
at that very moment I knew I was done.
I stood very still and watched as they passed
Then my knees buckled under and I feel back on my ass.
As I slowly stood up and reached for my chair,
I suddenly realized someone else standing there.
I thought it was Limbaugh or maybe Glenn Beck
Or maybe McCain just out for the trek
But he carried a sack like a thief in the night
his clothing covered in fur, mostly red and some white.
His face was all pudgy, his beard white as snow
his eyes bright as stars, they twinkled you know
He looked all around then walked up to the tree
and lowered his bulk to the ground on one knee.
Then he opened the bag and looked in with a smile.
Rolled up his sleeve and reached into the pile
and removed a wrapped gift neatly tied with a bow.
Then gently placed the bright box neath the tree down below.
Quickly he stood looking East, looking West.
Then gently he tapped the Santa pin on his chest.
“Beam me up Scotty” was all he did say
Then he winked quite smartly as he looked back my way.
A smile crossed his face as he picked up his sack
and disappeared in a flash as simply as that.
Confused and perplexed I stood from the chair
and walked cross the room to the present right there.
A smile filled my face as I giggled with glee
I read the small card, it had been made out to me.
I ripped off the wrapping and opened the box
what I found lying inside simply left me in shock
Only one thing lay there all yellowed with age
Only one thing lay there not two but one page
It was beautifully written a sight to behold
The first three words, “WE THE PEOPLE”
Standing proud and so bold.
I ran past the congress and flew past the Senate
past Nelson, past Lieberman, past McCain and past Bennet.
I threw open the door and ran into the night
and saw in the sky an incredible sight.
O’er the roof of the Capitol in the brisk winters night
hovered eight frisky reindeer and a sleigh ready for flight
It was trimmed with bright tinsel all gold, green and red
The jolly plump pilot tossed back his capped head.
“Go tell them inside what that paper does say
Make them remember these words won’t go away”
“If you can do this”, he continued to say
“Then tomorrow will truly be a most joyous day”
He turned back to his team, “Giddeyap” he did cry.
And those eight reindeer and sleigh shot into the sky.
As it soared on and on up out of sight
He said ”Merry Christmas to all and with Freedom goodnight.”
© 2009 by Ira Schwartz. All rights reserved. Used with permission