THREE NIGHT'S BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas three night's before Christmas,
When all through the house,
So many creatures were stirring,
Including my soon to be spouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that The Preacher soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Yeah right... And where do you live?
No, the children were all down in the basement playing.
While visions of "wedding cake" danced in their heads.

And Donna in her veil and Chuck in his
"Petersheim Brother's Racing" cap,
Couldn't wait till everyone left,
To settle down for a long winter's nap,
Plus other stuff too but I can't tell you that.
When out in the drive way there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter.

Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new–fallen snow 
Gave the lustre of mid–day to objects below,
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
The preacher had arrived in his brand new John Deere.
He was a little old driver, so lively and slick,
I thought at that moment, Boy, I hope this goes quick.
Oh Gosh, I think I'm gonna be sick....
More rapid than eagles the guests they did came,
And we whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Yo, Denise! Yo, Paul! Hey, Greg and hey Sherry!
Hi, Dotty! Hi Marcie! Ho, Bobby and hey Terri!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When met with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the porch–top the guests they did flew,
With their arms full of stuff, and the Preacher came too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the stoop,
The prancing, and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down by the chimney the Preacher came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all pressed with creases
But there was some soot.
A bible and a marriage certificate he had flung on his back.
He looked like a peddler just opening his sack.
The Groom's eyes –– how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
Chuck's cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Donna's nervous little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The color of her dress was as white as the snow.
The stump of a Newport Chuck held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head likes a wreath.
He had a handsome face and a cute little belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
Donna was friendly and stressed but basically her jolly old self,
But I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

The Preacher spoke so many words,
As he went straight to his work,
And married the Petersheim's; then turned with a jerk,
He said, "I now pronounce you Husband and Wife!"
Then adding, "God bless you and have a good life."
While laying his finger  aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, to the front door he did rose.
He sprang to his vehicle; to his Deere gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas and Congratulation's to all,
And to all a good–night."  

Credits

Cute Countryside Graphics ~ Cindy's Heartworks
~ BillyBear ~ Grandma George & Jeanne

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