TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas
when all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring
not even a Cullen.
The stockings were hung
by Alice with care.
In hopes that St. Nicholas
would come he if he dares.
The Cullens were nestled
all snug in the woods.
While visions of animals
danced in their heads.
And Bella in her sweats
and I in my sweater
Had just settled down
for a long winter's weather.
When out in the woods
there rose such a clatter.
I sprang from a crouch
to see what was the matter.
Away to the door
I flew like a flash.
Tore open the hinges
it made a loud crash.
The New Moon of the glow
of the new fallen snow.
Gave a luster of midday
to dinner below.
When, what to my golden eyes
should appear.
But a monsterous wolf
eating eight tiny reindeer.
With his russet color flanks
so lively and quick.
I knew in a moment
it must be Jake.
More rapid than eagles
his brothers they came,
And he barked and growled,
and called them by name.
Now Sam! Now Quil!
Now Jared and Embry!
On, Seth! On, Leah!
On, Collin and Brady!
To the top of the hill,
to the top of the dirt wall!
Now, run away! Run away!
Run away all!
As dry leaves before
the wolverines fly,
When they meet with a predator,
it gives them a high.
So up to the Cullen's housetop
the brothers they flew.
With a mouthful of goodies
and Jacob too.
And then in a twinkling,
I heard on the roof.
The prancing and pawing
of ten gaily goofs.
As I drew in my head
and was turning around,
Through the window, Jacob
came with a bound.
He was crouching in his russet fur
from his head to his foot.
And his clothes, strapped to his ankle
with snow and soot.
A paw full of meat
he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a beggar
just opening his sack.
His eyes how they glowed!
His teeth were like razors!
His paws were all muddy!
Gosh, I hope Bella got him shavers.
His droll huge mouth
was dripping with funk,
And the beard on his chin
was as dark as his trunk.
The stump of a rump
he held his teeth tight,
And the smell it encircled
made my head light.
He had a broad hairy face
and a big round belly
That shook when he barked
like a bowl full of jelly.
He was muscular and pumped--
a right jolly young wolf,
And I laughed when I saw him,
in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye
and a snort from his head,
Soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread.
He barked not a word,
but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings
with meaty jerks.
And laying his paw
aside of his snout,
And giving a nod
he stood in a crouch.
He sprang to the ground,
to his pack gave a bark,
And away they all flew
like a candle and its spark.
But I heard him howl
as he ran out of sight,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!!
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