Are you ready for some Christmas stories? Grab yourself a cup of coca and huddle around are fireplace, For some great great stories.

We will start the reading with a classic...

'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care,
In hopes that ST.NICHOLAS
soon would be there;

The children were nestled
all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums
danced through their heads;
And Mamma in her 'kerchief,
and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains
for a long winter's nap, -

When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
to see what was the matter;
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast
of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of midday
to objects below;
When, what to my wondering
eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh,
and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver,
so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment
it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles
his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
now, Prancer and Vixen!
 On, Comet! on, Cupid!
on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
to the top of the wall!
Now, dash way! dash away!
dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before
the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle,
mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top
the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys -
and St.Nicholas too!

And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing
of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head,
and was turning around,
Down the chimney St.Nicholas
came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur,
from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished
with ashes and soot!
A bundle of toys he had
flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedlar
just opening his pack;

His eyes - how they twinkled!
his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth
was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin
was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe
he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled
his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face,
and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laugh'd,
like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump;
a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed, when I saw him,
in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye,
and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went
straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings -
then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger
aside of his nose,
And giving a nod,
up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh,
to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew,
like the down off a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim,
'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all!
and to all a good night!"

One Crazy Cool Yule

'Twas the Night before Christmas has lots of nice rhymes
But I fear that the tale doesn't fit modern times.
What is a kerchief? My dad wears no cap.
He snores the whole night, no way it's a nap.

They tell me that Santa is coming tonight.
He'll be flying in here on a sleigh. Yeah, RIGHT!
When I was much younger I believed all that stuff,
Now that I'm older I know it's a bluff.

As this Christmas eve is going so slow
I sneak down the stairs to watch HBO.
I listen for sounds throughout our big house.
My mom would go crazy if we had a mouse.

All of a sudden I hear the floor squeak
Someone is coming, sneakety, sneak.
And then as my heart leaps up to my throat
I see a fat man in a funny red coat

He stands by the table and looks through the house
And takes from his pocket a tiny gray mouse.
He says, "Ho, Ho Ho, I truly believe,
There must be a mouse in each Christmas eve."

His belt buckle shakes as he laughs, look at that.
My gosh this jolly old guy sure is fat.
He looks up. He sees me and gives a big smile.
Says, "I came to see you. Let's talk for a while.

"You're one grown up child that doesn't believe
That Santa Claus comes on each Christmas eve.
You're a big girl. Your mind's filled with doubt.
It's simple, without me the joy is left out.

"I remember the time you sat on my knee
A smile on your face, eyes sparkling with glee.
Don't you remember the thrill you felt then?
With a little belief you can feel it again.

"Santa Claus comes for each child at the start.
The rest of their lives I live in their heart.
If you are a youngster or wrinkled old guy
You still can hear sleigh bells ring cross the sky."

He turns as he says, "Will you please come out here?
And there on the driveway stand eight cool reindeer.
They all nod to me and then snort in chorus,
"Who's this pretty girl now standing before us?"

I wave as I tell them, "I'm Anna May."
As the big burley guy crawls into his sleigh.
He says, "It's my new team, a real with-it crew.
I'll let Captain Cosmos give their names to you."

"Here's E-mail and Hat Rack, Cool Dude and Charley,
I'm Cosmos, there's Awesome, Brucie and Narley.
Head Cat is Santa, the North Pole's his home,
We see him all year cause we hang out in Nome."

Then they take off and fly to the roof
Tap a short rap and give a "high hoof."
All turn and shout, "Tonight reindeers rule.
The eight of us wish you a crazy cool Yule."

Then Santa shouts, "It's true some things change.
But believe in the basics." As he speeds out of range.
Then I hear repeated, as my willing ears strain,
The words I now love, my favorite refrain.

'Twas the Night before Christmas has some things outdated
But The Story, dear folks, is not overrated.
Throw open the window, and rejoice in the sight!
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

Jolly Holly

Long years ago, I am sad to say,
Some things weren't merry on Christmas Day.
It was a dull and dreary scene,
Cause all of Christmas then was green.

Our Santa dressed in olive drab suits,
The same shade as his ugly boots,
And all the elves wore dark green hats,
Green shirts, green pants and dark green spats.

There was an elf among the crew
Who planted stuff that grew and grew.
A sort of legend, he'd become,
He had red hair and one green thumb.

Old Santa liked this elf named, "Red."
He called him in one day and said,
"It would be nice if we'd display
A special plant on Christmas Day."

Red tried and soon developed holly.
Just looking at it made him jolly.
He understood what made him glad,
The bright red berries holly had.

He went to Mrs. Claus with haste,
Because he thought she had good taste.
She did just what he thought she'd do,
She fell in love with holly too.

He took the holly to Santa's place
And watched the look on Santa's face.
First Santa frowned, then smiled and said,
"This plant has berries that are red.

"Strip them off, the leaves are nice,
But feed the berries to the mice."
Then Red spoke up to save the day,
"My plant's a beauty just this way.

"The green and red look great together
And they'll warm the Christmas weather.
I think we need a change, by golly,
That's why I grew this gorgeous holly."

Then Mrs. Claus walked through the door,
And said, "Plain green is such a bore.
My husband, you'll look really cute,
I made you this red Santa Suit.

"Green is dull but red is bright.
It will keep you safe on Christmas night.
Let's add the red, and green will stay,
They'll make a real cool Christmas Day."

Then Santa said, "I do agree.
To look at red fills me with glee.
I want to laugh, it thrills me so,
It causes me to Ho, Ho, Ho!."

He added, "Wouldn't it be keen
If all the toys were not plain green?"
As soon as paint began to flow,
The colors made a glorious glow.

A joy now hung around the place
On each and every worker's face.
The elves wore stockings fiery red,
And a warm red cap upon each head.

So on that special Christmas night,
The sleigh was filled with gifts so bright.
As Santa left he waved and said,
"From now on Christmas will have red."

On Christmas Day the girls and boys
Were happy with their pretty toys.
That's how it started, I'm glad to say,
And red continues to this day.

At Christmas time, let us be merry.
Praise the pretty holly berry.
Give thanks to Red, who did his duty,
And brought this day its special beauty.

—Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1999 by Bob Tucker

Santa Claus

He comes in the night! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of bugles and drums.
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white flakes around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home
Of each good little boy and girl.

His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is blown,
As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.

The little red stockings he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then Santa Claus mont to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not a sound of a bugle or drum is heard
As he noiselessly gallops away.

He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his goodies he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs of the Christmas feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Santa Claus doeth all tht he can;
This beautiful mission is his;
Then, children be good to the little old man,
When you find who the little man is.

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