'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Connor was stirring, just like a mouse.
He got out of bed - three times so far
Ed and I chased him back from afar.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Mom wanted to threaten that Santa would never get there.
Eventually the children were nestled snug in a bed;
And Mom said "do not hit you sister with your head!".
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
Dad sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the sitting room he flew like a flash,
Connor sensed weakness and made one last dash.
The tree all lit up with one bright glow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
Helen slept through it all, and stayed in her bed.
Look at her there, with her cute little head.
When, what to Ed's wondering eyes should appear,
But Ed's brother Mike, offering him a beer.
Elaine called her parents back in the Midwest
To let them know, they should get some rest.
You see, she told them, her au pair's visa was blocked
So she might need more child care than she originally thought.
We'll deal with this on Wednesday when the office opens.
For now, someone else will come, we are hopin'.
In the morning, none of this news will matter
Because we're gonna leave the room in a tatter.
With all of the presents that are under the tree
Connor will be opening them until he turns three.
But once the thrill of the gifts has died down
We'll have a big meal with family from out-of-town.
And we'll all take a moment when we stop and think
And raise a glass to have a drink.
To toast all the good things that have come to us this year
And remember the people that we hold so dear.
Connor and Helen, you fill our days with light.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."