It Was the Night Before Christmas

  It was the night before Christmas when all through the house, 

  Not a creature was stirring, except maybe the click of a mouse;

  The stockings were hung, and the iPhones were charging with care,

  In hopes that St. Nick or Amazon soon would be there:

  The children were nestled with Surface Pros in bed,

  While thoughts of social media popping in their heads,

  And Mom in her mini, our babysitter downstairs, 

  And I in my cap, were just ready to sneak out for shopping and a nightcap,

  When out on the street there arose such a swoosh and a clatter,

  I sprang to the stairs to see what was the matter?

  Away to the door, I flew like a flash,

  Tore open the shutters and threw back the sash.

  To my amazement, my ears now heard moans,

  Of boxes in the air held by eight tiny drones,

  With little tiny markings blinking at me, they moved so lively and quick,

  I feared for a moment, what happened to St. Nick.

  Not stuck in traffic these coursers they came,

  The whistled, and flew and they each had a name:

  Now it was Amazon, Macy's, eBay, Dillard’s and Rick’s,

Oh! Hide the children’s eyes it’s Victoria's and Dick’s,

  To the top of my vision and out past the nearest wall,

  They were gone with all that clatter; they were gone, all!

  As my hopes now began to sink, was Christmas amiss,

  When I heard another sound, yes it was barely a hiss,

  As I drew in my head and turned to my wife

  Alexa began to ring, and Skype came to life,

  And there to my eyes was St, Nicholas all bright a cheery:

  He was dressed all in fur, shiny and bright with elves with keyboards behind him afoot,

  And his clothes were tarnished with what, it is soot;

  Astonished, I turned to my wife and exclaimed, St. Nick is back.

  And she looked at me sternly and said, there is something you lack:

  You see how his eyes twinkle! His social media comments so how merry,

  His tweets are so but perfect; you could top them with a cherry;

  Now caught up in Christmas I now had all but forgot

  St. Nick was alive and I best for all we remember or not;

  But I heard him exclaim, ere he Face Timed us all-

  Merry Christmas to all, and to all good night!

  Merry Christmas to all, and to all good night!