Christmas Poem

T'was the night before Christmas,
All the family silent in sleep
All that was up was a mouse whos style was on fleek
Skittering around with little a creep.
kids dreaming 'bout swimming in the warm creak.

As the reindeer flew by.
With less noise than a fly
, 'ol saint nick passed over the mall.
All while saying Merry Christmas too all.