Twas the night before San Diego, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the carry-on is packed by the door with care, in hopes that tomorrow’s flight would soon be there. Her parents were snug in their beds, while visions of 5 days without their adult daughter danced through their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I go to see who could possibly be roaming to and fro. The moon, on the breast of new fallen fog and smoke and I thought this must have to have been a joke!
God had granted me my very first wish… it was Chris! He brought Jack and Jim, full to the brim. With all of the clashing and clanking, cheers were to be had; obviously we did not want the bourbon whiskey to go bad.
As we became a little tipsy, we climb up to the roof, trying to stay aloof. He was dressed in Chicago Bears attire from head to foot. His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. At the sight of myself, he smiled for miles; his chuckle was so merry.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know that I had nothing to dread. His departure was fast approaching, I was quickly filled with fret. As he kissed me goodnight, he runs to his Chevy. I was simply not ready.
I climb off the roof, Jack and Jim in tow. I wander the room to and fro. I walk toward the window to watch him go. I hear him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Happy travels to you, as I wish you a good night!”
As I take a swig of the Jim, no longer full to the brim, I send myself to bed. Dances and karaoke singing with Chris fly through my head.
As I awake the next morning, I scroll through my Facebook which is rather boring. Four hours til my plane departs, I create this piece of poetry; a true work of art.
I realize that the night before was nothing but a wish. Then I think, I will soon see Chris. Too many months have passed since I had seen him last, but I know when we reunite that we will have a blast!
Inspired by the original version of The Night before Christmas.