THE NIGHT BEFORE AN ECO ETSY CHRISTMAS by FashionGreenTBags
‘Twas the night before an Eco Etsy Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The recycled yarn stockings 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 solar power danced through their heads;
And Mama in her organic cotton and I in my up-cycled felted wool cap had just settled down (not duck feathers) for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my down alternative bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the triple paned window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and looked through the sash. (to conserve heat)
The moon on the breast of the acid laced snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature hybrid sleigh, and eight tiny free-range reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be vegan St. Nick!
More rapid than formerly endangered eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prance and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! (being careful not to break the solar panels) to the top of the super-insulated wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane caused by global warming fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, (maybe space junk) mount to the sky,
So up to the house top the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of fair-trade toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each organically fed little hoof.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around,
Down the clean burning wood fireplace St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in faux fur, from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of hand-made 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 an organic cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The fresh minty gum he held tight in his teeth,
And the smell it encircled his head 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 (but fit), 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 of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Eco-friendly Christmas to all and to all a good-night.”