Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the stairway with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Cherubs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While someone silently nibbled on gingerbread heads;
Mamma's checkin' email and dad's on a call,
Each had settled in for a long night's stall.
When out by the tree there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our chairs to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway we flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and made the lights flash.
The light on the floor and the carpet did show,
A smattering of cookie crumbs scattered below.
When, what to our wondering eyes did appear .....
(revised poem written by Cherub 3 and MomToCherubs)
Late on Christmas Eve, we had a wonderful evening. We read the original version of this poem and our traditional Luke 2 reading. After the children were in their PJs, their faces were washed, and their teeth were brushed, three certain Cherubs took particular delight in setting out some cookies and milk for Santa on the special plate given to Cherub 1 on his first Christmas (by Grammie - DadToCherub's mother). They also counted out 9 half-pieces of carrots. Why nine, you ask ? Well, Cherub 5 was particularly irritated the the reindeer should have to take turns house to house, having to share their "snacks" among the group. HA !!
Back to the story .... all was set ... a storybook scene ... and the children were off to bed.
And all was wonderfully calm and quiet, until the SANTA MUTT IMPOSTER (Bella - our Great Pyrenees) swiped Santa's snacks. She did not even show any remorse, but rather kept lapping up the milk (the cookies were longggg gone !).