With sincere apologies to Clement Moore
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the building,
not a critter was stirring,
not even a bat wending.
Marilyn and Judy were snug in their beds;
Visions of artifacts danced in their heads.
Trish had laid her vacuum aside;
peace in the Stephens House then did abide.
Frank in his kerchief and Bob in his cap,
Had settled into chairs for long winter naps.
While Gene and Lucinda, so merry and droll,
Had sneaked out to dance around the flag pole.
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
We sprang from our rest
To see what was the matter.
Away to the windows, we flew like flashes,
Threw open the curtains, banged our noses on sashes.
And what to our wondering eyes should appear
but a big old bobsled and 11 “reindeer.”
With a distinguished driver so lively, not shrill
we knew in a minute it had to be Bill.
More rapid than coursers his chargers they came
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Cliff! Now Bob! Now Rod and Now Warren!
Giddyap Frank, Ron and Fred, time is a pourin’!
On Ilene, On Jerry, On Jim and On Jack!
There’s work to be done; no time for slack.
On the roof of the blacksmith shop
they touched down with a splat,
And had that wainscotting installed
in no time flat.
Then we gathered together round that old parlor grate.
Counted our blessings, considered our fate.
It’s for you-all we do it and joyfully, too.
We’re just plain thankful at Christmas for you!
THE STAFF, DIRECTORS AND OFFICERS
OF THE LUCAS COUNTY HISTORICAL SOCIETY