POETRY

A TV NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

by Sharon Anne Stuart

Editors Note: The following "revision" of the famous "Night Before Christmas" poem was written for and read at the famous get-together of DREAM '76 held in September 1976 and thus contains names and references to that event. However, it is cute, interesting and another contribution of one of our "Poetesses Laureate" so it is presented for your enjoyment.

T'was the night before Christmas and all through my place Not a petticoat stirred, not even the lace

While snug in my nightgown, like every TV I dreamt of the girl that's really me.

My hose, full of runs, were strung up with care In hopes that St. Nick would bring me six pair My wigs were pinned secure on their blocks

As visions in ruffles danced neath my locks.

Then just after midnight there came a loud clatter And I woke with a start to the sharp pitterpatter Of high heeled boots on my snow covered drive And I sprang out of bed to see what was outside.

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Gave a lustre of midday to objects below.

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