'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my apartment
each corner of the place received its allotment
of Christmas cheer and sparkles and cute little knick-knacks -
while the kitchen had its share of sweet holiday snacks.
Little Olaf was nestled all snug in my stocking,
Mouth closed, smile wide, though he'd rather be talking.
The rest of the treasures would have to wait to be seen,
Even if dear Patience would never make me its queen.
Over on the table, the candle flickered and crackled.
(Those wooden wicks make sounds that would leave Santa baffled.)
Some snowflake lights shone brightly beneath one of the windows,
and green tinsel draped sweetly even without some red bows.
A bucket full of flowers ordered from a friendly coworker
Added a touch of elegance and class to my plain kitchen counter.
Christmas cards from thoughtful friends to my very own self,
marched one after the other across my kitchen shelf.
And way in the corner (you had to round the table to see),
was a little stash of presents and my mini book tree.
Feeling blessed by what I had, all that happened, and all that might -
I wished my dear readers a happy Christmas and a wonderful night!
(Inspired by "'Twas the Night Before Christmas")