Money Matters – Christmas Week: Christmas Eve
BOSTON (CBS) – Well it’s here! The big guy’s midnight ride. Oh to be 5-years-old again.
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It’s so hard to talk about money on Christmas Eve so I thought we would have a bit of fun with The Night before Christmas. So here’s a story about what happened in my neighborhood..
It’s the night before Christmas and all through the house
Pandemonium and chaos has scared away the mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
With fighting as to who had the biggest one there.
The children were all hyper from sugar galore
And listening to stories about St Nick’s lore.
Mom got them all nestled and snug in their beds
Where visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
She returned to her wrapping of last minute things
While Dad was at the neighbor’s munching Buffalo wings.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
The kids sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows they flew like a flash
Tore open the curtains, threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
gave a luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
But Mr. Sullivan’s sleigh & nine tiny reindeer.
And then in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each plastic hoof.
Off the snowy rooftop they came
With Mrs. Sullivan calling them by name.
Down came Dasher, then Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
Comet, Cupid, Donner and then poor old Blitzen.
The only ones left were Rudolph and St Nick
And Mrs. Sullivan knew help was needed quick.
Now Mr. Sullivan himself was chubby and plump
And down he slide off that roof with a thump.
He had a broad face and a big round belly
That shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And he was covered with snow from his head to his toe.
The cry and the awful noise from the clatter
Was poor Mr. Sullivan falling off his ladder.
He laid in a crumpled slump
There appeared a big bump.
Mrs. Sullivan dialed 911 the firemen appeared
Then the children at the windows cheered.
For the firemen had come to save the reindeer
And pick Mr. Sullivan off the ground, poor dear.
They spoke not a word but went straight to their work
Putting the reindeer up on the roof, then turned with a jerk.
They sprang to the fire truck, the chief gave a whistle
And away they flew like the down of a thistle.
They called back to Mr. Sullivan, as they drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas and stay of that darn ladder tonight!