Monday, December 19, 2011

The Tween Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a sound we could hear, except her infrared mouse

No, not the kind that squeaks and eats cheese,

But the kind that links to Facebook, if you please

While Mamma and Papa were already counting sheeps,

The tween was online; the Internet never sleeps.

Like the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Her face was alight in her laptop’s pale glow.

Her Facebook friends were all coming together

With nary a thought of the time or the weather.

To Facebook they came

And she clicked and she linked and she typed each one’s name:

Yo Hannah, yo Sara, yo Jena and Mack

Hey Kayla and Gabby and Torie and Zac!

There was so much to do, why catch forty winks?

So they tweeted and twittered and sent YouTube links.

When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,

She jumped up from her Mac to see what was the matter.

“It can’t be!” she thought. ”They must all be phonies!”

But, there was a sleigh, pulled by eight Connemara ponies.

She ran to the front door (she knew it was lame),

But, he came down the chimney – his tush was aflame!

“My dad’s such a pyro,” she wept like a willow.

Santa just shrugged and put the fire out with a pillow.

“Now what?” she asked Santa. “Did you bring me a gift?”

“You gotta excuse me, I thought you were a myth.”

“So, you have any cookies?” Santa said half in jest.

“Mallomars from New York,” said the tween, “They’re the best!”

Her parents were snug, dreaming of sugarplums and flowers.

(Little did they know she was entertaining a boy after hours!)

Santa stacked all the presents under the tree.

She looked at each one and sighed “Nothing for me.”

“What do you mean?” said St. Nick, with a big smile of course.

“Look out on your lawn and you'll see your NEW HORSE!”

“OMG!” said the tween, and she giggled to the core.

“I guess I don’t really need anything more.”

(At this point, her dear mother will stop the poem to say …

“Yes, that horse is your gift: Christmas, Hanukah and Birthday!”)

Soon Santa had to leave. He had other places to stop.

And his ponies took off with just a touch of his crop.

But, she heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight ...

“OMG! Merry Christmas BFFs and Good Night!”

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