Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house not a creature was walking not even a mouse.
The children were all snuggled in their beds, while visions on I phone 11's danced in their heads.
" Now Dasher. Now Dancer. Now Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid on donner and Bliztin.
Mom in her PJ's and Dad in his shorts. They had just settled for a long little nap
When out on the roof there was a big loud noise . The father got out of his bed in a scarry, looking at something. He was surprised at a sleigh and eight reindeer. The moon shine on the new fallen snow.
When an old driver, so quick I knew it must be Santa. More rapid then eagles, his reindeer flew and he whiled their names.