Twas The Night Before Christmas

The other day my daughter and I sat down as she had to rewrite a new version of "Twas the night before Christmas".
After about 30 minutes of our collaborating - we came up with what follows. So much of my time I hope that my children understand the importance of giving to others... and I think that my daughter really gets it after working on this poem together. Merry Christmas to all and peace on Earth! -- LAMONT

The Night Before Christmas
by
Heather and Mom

Twas’ the night before Christmas, no movement inside.
The bells had stopped ringing, the kettles filled high.
The vans were parked and covered with snow,
empty of toys, from tip-top to low.
The workers had ceased from their scatter and scurry,
to spend time with their families and eat lots of turkey.
The pastors so weary, delirious and drained,
fell asleep on their sofas dreaming about all that was arranged.
Gathering wealth to give to the poor,
spending morning to night at the 24/7 Corps.
From hanging the greens and putting up trees,
preparing Christmas dinner and singing on Christmas Eve.
So many people came through the doors, receiving what they need – but giving much more.
Everyone is welcome, no matter his or her place,
to become part of a family held together by grace.
The work, for now, has been completed,
until the next time our help is needed.
Heart to God and hand to man,
if anyone can help make Christmas, the Salvation Army can.