Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the cave,
Young bears were excited and would not behave.
Mama Bear groaned, scolding “Listen to me!
Settle down now or you won’t see that tree.”
The cubs scooted into the corner and sat.
They always paid heed when she grumbled like that.
But soon they were bored, so they started to fight,
They sparred and they roughhoused with brutish delight.
Til out in the glen, birds tweeted with glee.
It was finally ready – the new Christmas tree!
The little bears scampered outside in the snow
Where the moon cast its light with a soft gentle glow.
“Slow down boys!” warned Mama, “Remember the laws?
No snarling or growling, no teeth and no claws!”
The grandest of fir trees stood glistening with ice
As pinecones and berries were hung by the mice.
Squirrels and wolves, rabbits and deer
Greeted each other with holiday cheer.
The cubs were impatient. “Is it now? Is it? When?”
“Just wait,” whispered Mama, “or back to the den!”
Side by side they all lingered, hopeful and still
With warmth in their hearts despite winter’s deep chill.
One star in the East grew large and shone bright
As birds and beasts hushed on this one blessed night.
The sounds of a chorus and harp filled the air.
An answer had come to the animals’ prayer.
The miracle happened. A new Savior’s birth!
Peace spread through the forest, the meadow, the earth.
Mama Bear sighed – from her cubs, not a peep!
They’d curled up together and fallen asleep.
As always, my thanks to Susanna Hill for sponsoring this fun holiday challenge on her blog. The rules were to draft your own version of Clement C. Moore’s traditional poem, ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas. Entries were to be at least 12 lines/3 stanzas, not to exceed 40 lines/10 stanzas referring to winter or any winter holiday. There are many wonderful entries to this challenge, and I encourage you to click the links, read aloud, and enjoy the fun!