The Night Before an M-C Christmas
December 23, 2020
’Twas the night before a MacKenzie-Childs Christmas, when all through the Farmhouse
Not a creature was stirring, not even the largest Barn Sale mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Courtly Check St. Nicholas soon would be there,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and raised up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to Cayuga Lake below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Dash Away reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be Courtly Check St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Blitzen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donna and Vixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of MacKenzie-Childs, and Courtly Check St. Nicholas, too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Courtly Check St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in black and white, from his head to his toes,
And his clothes were all checked in the pattern everyone knows;
A bundle of enamel, ceramics, and ornaments was flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his sack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the task,
Filling the stockings with the treats for which we so often ask,
A Royal Check Tea Kettle for Rebecca, a Frida Cowlo Pillow for Larry,
Patience Brewster angel ornaments for John, Glow Home Apothecary for Mary.
His job now accomplished, Courtly Check St. Nick smiled with delight,
Knowing that good girls and boys have been rewarded tonight,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his Dash Away team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of our beloved Scottish thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy M-C Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”