Kokopelli Christmas 2019 at Superstition Springs

This is a link to the reading of the poem, Barb started after the poem began, thanks Barb

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
By Nancy Ellis

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the court
Not a Linda was stirring, not even a Port.
The stockings were hung by Lynn & June without malice,
In hopes that Tarnopolski would soon find our Alice.

The Pat's & the Sue's were all snug in their beds,
While visions of bunkers danced in their heads.
And Connie in her 'kerchief, and Nancy in her tan,
Had just settled down with a mischievous Ann.

When out on the lawn there arose so much fun,
I sprang from the bed to see Rhonda Helgerson.
Away to the window I started a rally,
Tore open the shutters and saw it was Sally.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen Green
Gave the lustre of mid-day to our friend Shalayne.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, that Tina Batt did not fear.

With a little old driver, acting like a banana,
I knew in a moment it must be our Lana.
More rapid than eagles Carrol Brown did roam,
And whistled, and shouted, for Jody McComb.

"On Lo-An, On Melanie, you all are a rookie,
On Lori, On Pat, and here comes our Brookie.
To the top of the porch, and a real big WISH-er.
Now dash away, dash away Marilynn Fisher."

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane rev,
When they meet with an obstacle, we also call Bev.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Paula too.

And then, in a twinkling, Simpson heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Jean drew in her head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Wolcha came with a bound.

But I saw Vickey dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
And Diane's clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys Wente had flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler, just opening her pack.

Martin's eyes-how they twinkled. Connie's dimples how merry.
Sherri's cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry.
Santa's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a club Marie held tight in her teeth,
And the cart it encircled the lake like a wreath.
Gustafson had a smile on her face and it was all red,
She shook when she laughed, as it was our Deb.

Kim Porter was singing, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself.
A wink of Barb's eye and a twist of Carolyn's head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

Marge spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
Clare laying her fingers on her club on this day,
And giving a nod, the ball flew down the fairway.

Sue Gulley sprang to her sleigh, and hoped it was tamer,
And away they all flew, oh my gosh it is Vickey Kramer.
But I heard Nancy exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."