Submitted by Kay Gibson

The Watson Quilters met Thursday night. Possibly we could be heard over near your place, if you listened carefully. We had lots of great food, and a “Wild Santa” exchange, and believe me some of us were wild. It was a fun evening.

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for my spouse.

He was beating and banging
How could I sleep?
But I lay there quietly
Not making a peep.

The grandkids were sleeping
All snuggled in their beds.
Earlier they were whining.
The thoughts that are in their heads?

“Santa can’t come here,
There’s no chimney to come down.
Why are we spending Christmas
In a “no Santa” town.”

Papa will fix it quickly
So Santa can appear.
He will make it on time,
He and his little reindeer.

The beating and banging
Had come to an end quick
My mind was relieved,
Cause it was time for St. Nick.

The chimney was finished,
I let out a sigh.
Then out popped Santa,
With a twinkle in his eye.

He put toys and more toys
Under our tree
After he ate cookies,
He chuckled with glee.

Up that chimney he went
With nary a word.
I knew the grandkids’ worries
Had been absurd.

We both exclaimed
As he flew out of sight
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night.”