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T'Was a Possible Night Before Christmas

A familiar holiday poem is retold by The Tall-Tale-Tellin'-Tennessean.

by Donna Guffey
December 13, 2003

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Hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day... we did... and today I was babysitting so my sisters could go Christmas shopping... and my husband, Johnny was sitting in the living room calmly watching the television... oblivious to all the noise and chaos... and clutter... and after it was all over... when everyone had gone home... (Johnny had gone to bed by this time...) I just sat down and wrote this... and thought... "I wonder if THIS is the way he might have felt if it had been Christmas Eve!!!" (Well... We'll Never Know!!! 'Cause He'll Never Tell!!)


(Now... This is told from a Man's point of View)

T'Was A Possible Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all over the place...
The kids were a'screamin'... to a game of "let's race"!!

They skidded 'round the corners... and then slid into home...
I wasn't sure... who belonged to who... or if any... were my own!

Their mom's were in the kitchen... making candy with my wife...
Two of 'em stomped... all over my toes... And I thought of my old bowie knife....

I tried to watch the tv... Alas!... To no avail...
Can ya watch Outlaw Josey Wales... with five little imps from Hell...

A'bouncin' off the sofa... and yellin' to High Heaven...?
My God... I thought there were only five... but NOW I'm countin' seven!

The Christmas tree... it trembled... from the Angel to the floor...
every time the "horde" would pass... and I scrambled for the door...

In a panic... I called up my best friend... He lives a way 'cross town
He said I could camp in his back yard if MY house came tumbling down!

So I grabbed my bag and extra sweats and socks and shoes and 'boggin'...
and out the door I ran so fast... it set my head to throbbin'...

Then I stood there in the driveway... my spirits droopin' low...
and watched the cars as they drove by... with Christmas trees in tow!

What a mess... this whole night... was turning out to be!
I was acting like that mean old Scrooge... peevish and crotchety...

Those little children having fun... I could hear their laughter ring
out from my house into the yard... then they began to sing...

Silent Night... Holy Night... that lovely song of Old...
O Little Town of Bethlehem... A Glory to Behold...

Those songs of praise the children sang... Their voices pure and bright
So I turned back toward the house I'd left... to join their choir of light.

And we all sang those songs of love... around the Christmas Tree...
and do you know what happened then? It really just can't be...

But Yes!... We heard... the sound of bells... jingling in the sky...
And heard the Hearty "Ho Ho Ho" as the sleigh went streaming by...

And the silhouette against the moon... of reindeer, sleigh and elf...
Made our eyes grow wide in wonder... and me smile to spite myself...

Then it was time for all to go... back to their homes this night
And me and my own family would turn out all the lights...

And dream of Santa's presents... 'neath the tree... tomorrow morn
And the stable in that little town where Christ the Babe was born...

And all good things... that happen each... and every Christmas Eve...
To those who wait... and watch with love... and truly... do Believe!!!!

Donna ("The Tall-Tale-Tellin'- Tennessean")
November 28, 2003

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