With a little help from Clement C. Moore
Twas the night before election, when all through the house
Not a computer was glowing, or the clicking of a mouse;
The sample ballots were on the table and ready for review,
In hopes that the poll lines would be steady and few.
The voters were all nestled and snuggled in beds,
While visions of hanging-chads danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I with my nightcap,
had just settled down to watch an campaign recap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my recliner to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like the "Flash",
I tore open the screen door and checked out my stash.
The moon on the breast of the campaign signs below,
Gave a lustre of mid-day to the garden gnome below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a decked out SUV with eight tiny volunteers.
With a little old drive, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be our neighbor Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and holla'd their names;
"Now Jimmy! Now Johnny, Now Cindy and Jane!
On, Jerry! on Lisa! on Fitzpatrick and Blaine!
To the windows! to the doors!
Now hurry up, hurry up to the apartment top floors!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with the voters, each telling them "Hi".
So up to the porches and patios they flew.
With candidate info and lawn signs too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard my doorbell ring,
The campaigning of eight volunteers, who apparently did sing.
As I drew in my hand and was opening the door,
Nick started reading the local amendments with a great mighty roar.
He was dressed all in swag, from his feet to his head,
And his clothes were all pressed and he sounded well read.
A arm full of literature he took from his pack,
The paper was heavy and I'm sure hurt his back.
His eyes- how they twinkled! His chin so sturdy.
His glasses so nice, not the least bit nerdy.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
His whitened teeth were as white as the snow;
He was pleasant and nice, a polite young fellow,
I laughed when I saw him, I was feeling quite mellow.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that I had nothing to dread;
He talked quite a bit but got right to the point,
I knew he wouldn't over stay his welcome and would soon leave this joint.
He finished his spiel and gathered his team,
loaded up the SUV and gave me a beam.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Election to all, and to all a good-night."
Not a computer was glowing, or the clicking of a mouse;
The sample ballots were on the table and ready for review,
In hopes that the poll lines would be steady and few.
The voters were all nestled and snuggled in beds,
While visions of hanging-chads danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I with my nightcap,
had just settled down to watch an campaign recap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my recliner to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like the "Flash",
I tore open the screen door and checked out my stash.
The moon on the breast of the campaign signs below,
Gave a lustre of mid-day to the garden gnome below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a decked out SUV with eight tiny volunteers.
With a little old drive, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be our neighbor Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and holla'd their names;
"Now Jimmy! Now Johnny, Now Cindy and Jane!
On, Jerry! on Lisa! on Fitzpatrick and Blaine!
To the windows! to the doors!
Now hurry up, hurry up to the apartment top floors!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with the voters, each telling them "Hi".
So up to the porches and patios they flew.
With candidate info and lawn signs too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard my doorbell ring,
The campaigning of eight volunteers, who apparently did sing.
As I drew in my hand and was opening the door,
Nick started reading the local amendments with a great mighty roar.
He was dressed all in swag, from his feet to his head,
And his clothes were all pressed and he sounded well read.
A arm full of literature he took from his pack,
The paper was heavy and I'm sure hurt his back.
His eyes- how they twinkled! His chin so sturdy.
His glasses so nice, not the least bit nerdy.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
His whitened teeth were as white as the snow;
He was pleasant and nice, a polite young fellow,
I laughed when I saw him, I was feeling quite mellow.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that I had nothing to dread;
He talked quite a bit but got right to the point,
I knew he wouldn't over stay his welcome and would soon leave this joint.
He finished his spiel and gathered his team,
loaded up the SUV and gave me a beam.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Election to all, and to all a good-night."
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