THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - Fun Spot Version

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 

by Clement Clarke Moore
adapted by Mark Brisson

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Spot

Locals weren’t stirring, but tourists were out;

Stocking Stuffers were readied by employees who care,

In hopes that buyers soon would be there;

The children were excited by the rides and the thrills,

With visions of winning as they crested the hills;

And mamma with her book, and I with my iphone,

Tired and settled wishing for home,

When out on the tracks there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from our pizza to see what was the matter.

Away to the karts I flew like a flash,

Cut through line, in the queue I did dash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a tricked out kart with eight tiny reindeer,

And a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles attendants they came,

They whistled, and clapped, But He called them by name;

Names He remember, though an old fogy

"Now, Richard! now, Robbi! There’s Cada and Cody!

Come Newman, Come Barnes! With Trent and Eggers!

A party I bring, better than your keggers!

To your cars, To the street, over the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all.

Horatio, Horatio, employees of all sorts

This party will please even the St. Forts”

From his kart He pulled prizes of all type,

And promises of prosperity and all of its hype.

And then, in a twinkling, I saw near the tracks

Attendants unmoving, giving their max.

Nicholas said to the lads, “A Party awaits,

This place is work. Come, don’t be late!”

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,

Making children happy, and not being a jerk,

Their smiles -- how they twinkled! Their laughter was cute!

Their service was nice, good manners to boot!

Santa was offering moments of fun

But good attendants waited ‘til the job was done

Soon I knew I had nothing to dread;

For the spirit of this place was now in my head,

Though Nicholas offered a party and treats

Being consistent was the better of feats

For this Spot was not fun one day a year

But gave lots smiles, gave lots of cheer

Safe, Clean Fun was not for a day

But a gift they gave in every possible way

Mother and I will remember this night,

And the things that could have given us a fright;

Instead this Spot of Fun filled us with joys,

Making memories more than all the toys.

But the day was not forgotten by this wondrous crew

It was Christmas Eve as we all truly knew

So I heard them say, as we drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."