Twas the night before Christmas and all through the DMA
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The staff were busy working away at their desks*
When out on the Concourse there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the entrance I flew like a flash,
Past paintings and drawings and statues I dashed.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his duties.
Fancy new hats for the Soyer shoppe beauties,
And for Ivy in Flower, three sparkling new leaves.
A scythe and some seeds for the Vincent van Gogh,
A nice plate of dinner for Fox in the Snow.
Two cozy pillows for the old Gothic bed,
For mantle with condors some lovely new thread.
From the top floor to the bottom, he silently worked,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk.
“No touching the art!” he wisely exclaimed,
“Just use your eyes to explore frame by frame.”**
He checked off each artist on his large museum chart,
Gave a sigh and a nod, “It’s time to depart.”
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 Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
*No staff were actually made to work the night before Christmas
**That Santa—even when he is hard at work, he takes the time for teaching moments!
Wishing you the very best of holidays!
Posted by: Leah