â€˜Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house
the only creature left stirring was me with my mouse.
I was posting this blog, writing beneath the tree
knowing thatâ€™s where Santa would soon be.
The muppets were fast asleep in their cribs,
dreaming and drooling right through their bibs.
I paused all this typing to look toward the sky.
I was searching for a sleigh â€“ with a childâ€™s eye.
The muppets are sleeping soundly. They have no idea whatâ€™s going on. I am wide awake, listening for hoof prints on the rooftop and the jingling of sleighbells. Tomorrow it will be Christmas. Joy and mirth abounds.