Beech Tree News Network

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house, Nerf bullets were flying, even at the mouse.  The stockings were hung beside the stairs, In hopes that Santa would see theirs.  Mac and Tucker were nestled in their beds, While dreams of more nerf guns danced in their heads.  Mark in his robe, and I in my gown, all were asleep and settled down.  When all of a sudden we heard a noise, I sprang from the bed to check the boys.  They were fine, so I ran to the door, Mark tripped on his robe and fell to the floor.  The moon shined through right where he lay, trying not to laugh, I didn't know what to say.  When what to my wondering eyes should appear, Santa on his red tractor, thankfully not John Deere.  With a jolly old driver so lively and quick, we knew for sure it was Saint Nick.  More rapid than our beagles, his reindeer they came, He hollered and whistled and called them by name.  Now Rosie! Now Purdy! Now Lexi! Now all you others too, Get down the road, we have a job to do.  As dry leaves before the hurricane fly, they jolted that tractor right into the sky.  So onto the housetop Rosie, Purdy and Lexi flew, The tractor was full of toys and Santa's bag too.  Then in a twinkling I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.  As I drew in my head and was turning around, I noticed there was no chimney to go down.  He was dressed in red from head to toe, Where he went next we would not know.  A bundle of toys he had on his back, Some for Tucker and some for Mac.  His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how cherry, His cheeks were like roses, and  his nose like a cherry.  His mouth was drawn up like a bow, And his beard was white as snow.  He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, We laughed when we seen him in spite of our self.  A wink of his eye, and twist of his head, Let us know there was nothing to dread.  He spoke not a word as he placed gifts under the tree, not to forget his cookies and sweet tea.  Grabbing his bag off the floor, giving a nod he was out the door.  He sprang to his red tractor and then he was gone, Lets get some sleep I said with a yawn.  That's when Santa exclaimed from outta sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!

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Contributor Bio: Tiffany Hampton grew up in the Huntsville community but she now calls the Logansport community her home. Tiffany is married to Mark Hampton and they have two sons, Tucker and Macauley. She's been a licensed cosmetologist for 12 years. Tiffany worked in the salon for nine years, until her son was born in 2008. The following year she put a beauty shop in her home. Now, Tiffany is a work-at-home-mommy and she loves it! Her life can still be a busy one. Says Tiffany, "In the midst of it all, if I can put a smile on someones face, learn something daily as well as teach someone daily, then life feels good."