‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
it was raining big buckets we thought we might drown
Our raincoats were hung by the backdoor with care
in case we went out, they’d be handy right there
I was all ready to call it a night
listening to raindrops it all sounded right
When outside my window there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
I tore open the curtains and looked to the garage
and there I saw standing a barefoot Mick Dodge
He was all wet and dirty and covered with moss
He threw his head back and gave his hair a little toss
He had a big grin it went ear to ear
and then he said, I lived in a stump for 25 years
He said, I had a message the town wanted Mick.
I said you got it wrong, what they said was St. Nick
Well in that case, he said, I better escape
I’ll go down to Sully’s for a burger and shake
With that he was off, he decided to leave
I didn’t mention Sully’s is not open on Christmas eve
Our town has had Ax Men and now a guy named Mosshopper
but the people that live here, they are the real show stoppers
We have teachers and coaches and nurses and loggers
store clerks and artists and Internet bloggers
We have the Scholarship Auction and the Fourth of July
Relay and car washes and bake sale pie
Some people get bothered by reality TV
They say that stuff they’re doing doesn’t represent me! (you know who you are)
Then I woke up, it had all been a dream
or maybe a nightmare I thought I might scream
As I pulled up the covers to resume my sleep
I thought I heard a voice it sounded quite deep
As I reached for the light switch and turned out the light
I heard Merry Christmas to all and what’s this thing called Twilight?
Merry Christmas!!
