A Better Version

Just so you know, most writers I knew do not like you to rewrite their words. Take this poor soul, Clement Clarke Moore. He wrote these lines.

‘T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. (Clement Clarke Moore)

This poem has more versions than you can shake a stick at. For example, dieters like this one.

‘T’was the night before Christmas and all round my hips were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips…”

Those in the sunny south use this one.

‘T’was the night before Christmas and all through the town, no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down…”

Shoppers know this one.

‘T’was the month before Christmas, and all through the store, every department was dripping with Yuletide decor.”

Strange that I couldn’t find one that went like this…

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the high
The angels were poised and soon filled the sky.
The Christ Child would be born, to live and to care
To demonstrate love from God who was there.

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

(Luke 2:6-7, NIV)

Prayer- Thank you, Father, for the first Christmas and the Christ. Forever yours. Amen.