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A Visit from St. Nick (adapted for Minnesota romance readers) 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; My stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; So cold in Duluth, I was warm in my bed, With dozens of romances yet to be read; A box of bon bons, a glass of red wine, A nice steamy novel, and life seemed just fine. When out in the yard there arose such a clatter, I fell from my bed wond'ring what was the matter. Away to the window I tripped with a crash, Fought the storm window, hit my head on the sash. Christmas lights glowing on the new-shovelled snow Gave a multi-hued lustre to objects below. When, what to my much-bemused eyes should appear, But a sleigh drawn by horses, and- oh! my dear! A tall, handsome driver, with a smile so quick, I knew in a moment- 'twas my dreamed of St. Nick. So, quick-like-a-bunny, I ran down the stairs, Stepped out on the stoop, and hollered "You! There!" Not Connie*, nor Susan*, or Ana* and Pam*, And Kathleen* combined, could've imagined this man! Over the snowbanks and up to the porch With shoulders THIS wide, & blue eyes that could scorch. *Minnesota Authors With a sudden dry mouth, I soon realized Nick was studying my nightgown with those same blue eyes. As he looked at me, well- I stared at him! He looked so sexy, while I looked so prim. In front of the fire we talked into the night About dreams that we'd had, and those that we might. We shared Christmas stories; we laughed; we had fun. I looked up at the clock- it was quarter to one. Then he explained that he'd crashed in my yard; My now-broken lights took his horses off-guard. He was such a nice man- Was that all that he was? Apology said, my ears started to buzz. Had he come to say 'Sorry'? Just out of respect? I had acted the fool! What did I expect? A wink of his eye, rubbing the bump on my head, And a heart-stopping kiss- I had nothing to dread. I looked up, we smiled: there was no mistletoe. But out in the yard, we heard:      "Ho! Ho! Ho!" When Nick & I ran to the porch once again, Another sleigh, reindeer, and one jolly man. He stopped on the roof (breaking more of my lights) Down the chimney he went; did his work for the night. Back in the house, but Santa was done; He had left us our presents, and now he was gone. As Nick & I kissed by the tree's magic glow. Our gifts were each other.  We knew it was so. But we heard Santa say (as he broke the rest of the lights): Merry Christmas to All!             And to All, a Good Night! "A Visit from St. Nicholas" written by Clement Moore OR Henry Livingston, Jr [Apparently there is some question] Adapted by Teresa Mercier, Christmas 2001, for MFFLRR (Minnesota's Facts, Forum & Links for Readers of Romance) Email MFFLRR MFFLRR Homepage MFFLRR Holiday Romances by Minnesota Authors The sound file embedded in this page is "Skating" from "A Charlie Brown Christmas",  by Vince Guaraldi.   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)