THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS ON SESAME STREET<br><br><br>

‘Twas the night before Christmas on Sesame Street<br>
And the people were sleeping, ‘cause the people were beat<br>
The snow had been falling for most of the day<br>
And it lay over everything, city and gray<br><br>

Now I was asleep with a gift of my momma’s<br>
A warm, wooly pair of flannel pajamas<br>
With what should awake me from out of my dream<br>
But a “crash” and a “bang” and a couple of screams<br><br>

So, up from the bed I arose with a shout<br>
And ran to the window to check this scene out<br>
The noise might have come from a mischievous kid<br>
Or grouchy old Oscar flipping his lid<br><br>

But, then what I saw nearly put me away<br>
In the middle of Sesame Street, there’s a sleigh<br>
With a jolly old guy, kind of smiling and cute<br>
In a white flowing beard and a heavy red suit<br><br>

Jumping into my coat, I ran on out<br>
‘Cause I had to discover what this was about<br>
When I got to the sleigh, this old dude said to me<br>
“Please pardon the noise, I  ran into a tree<br>
I ruined my sleigh, lost the boots off my feet,<br>
And the toys from my bag are all over the street”<br><br>

From the way that he spoke, it was easy to dig<br>
That this cat had to be somebody big<br>
So I said, “That’s no problem. I’ll lend you my sled<br>
And an old pair of boots I keep under my bed”<br><br>

Then we picked up the streetfull of toys. He said, “Great!<br>
But, I’m hassled and rushed and terribly late<br>
So, I’ve got to split. There’s appointments to keep<br>
And, David, it’s time you’d be getting to sleep”<br><br>

I said, “Sure, but you’re using my sleigh for your pack<br>
And how do I know that you’ll bring my sled back?”<br>
Well, this sucker just giggled with all of his might<br>
And he got on my sled, and he flew out of sight!<br>
I called out to him, “Hey, man! Don’t put me on!<br>
Please tell me your name!”…but by then, he was gone<br>
The street was deserted, nobody was there<br>
The toys and the sled disappeared in thin air!<bR><br>

Well, there was only one person that flies out of sight<br>
So, I knew that the fat guy was Santa Claus, right?<br>
And I really felt proud, ‘cause you better believe <br>
That I was the hero of that Christmas eve<br><br>

The next morning I went up and jumped out of bed<br>
And under the tree was a shiny new sled<bR>
That’s how I helped Santa on one Christmas visit<br>
And it’s only a story I made up,…. or is it?