Twas the dawn before Christmas

And all through the streets, all the boot campers were preparing for yummy Christmas eats. The platoon was run by the golf course with care, with a star lit sky and crisp cool air. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While their parents were breathing hard with faces cold and red. And Matty in his tights and I in my pants, we circled the neighborhood without Prance. While out on the lawn we always cause such a clatter, Its a wonder the fuzz doesn't appear to see what is the matter. Away to the South side we flew like a flash, Tore up the hills, back to Peachtree hauled ass. With a crusty old has been so lively and quick, I knew in a moment its that runner named Chip. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now Christine now, Carolyn now, John S. and Maggie On, Harriott on, Holly, Fred, Daves, Michaels and Amy. To the top of the hill and over the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" And they sprang to their feet when to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard them exclaim, as they ran out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."