Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Except for little Jojo who left sticky handprints all through the house.
The table was set by the windows with care,
All prepared for the guests that would soon be there.
His sister was nestled all snug in her bed,
while visions of princesses danced in her head.
And David in sweats, and a computer in my lap,
We had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter!
Away through the hallway I flew in a dash,
To open the lights and fire up the flash.
The lights on the breast of the carpet like snow,
Gave lustre of mid day to the objects below.
When, to what my wondering eyes should I spy,
A miniature boy, with his hand in the pie!
He was dressed all in pajamas, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with candy and loot .
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His sweet little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the skin of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a lolly he held tight in his teeth,
And the drool it encircled his face like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, 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,
Emptied the cabinets, then turned with a jerk.
With whip cream still on theside of his nose,
He gave me a nod and then turned on his toes!
He ran to his room and left not a trace,
Except for his handprints all over the place.
In my head I exclaimed, ‘ere he ran out of sight,
“Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good-night!