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 l