T’was the night before Christmas
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
except for the mouse
For he had spotted the train
that encircled the tree
Next all we could hear was
that little mouse WEEEEEEE!!!
Put your problems away
Keep your trains on the track,
Throw your worries out the conductor’s window
Get the monkeys off your back.
Silence all the clickety-clack
With your conscience make amends,
And allow yourself some happiness
It’s Christmas time again!
Then way down the track
There arose such a clatter
He sprang to his Zephyr
And asked, “What’s the matter?”
Then tooting and chuffing
Through the tunnel and 'round
A magnificent Big Boy
With DCC Sound.
On Batman! On Motley! On Doctor Wayne, too!
Faster than Acelas, his engines they flew!
Past the KCS Depot, built by Jeffrey Wimberly,
Bringing delight to Art Hill’s neice Kimberly,
And I heard him exclaim, by caboose Tomar light,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
Down the next station, the local had clacked,
Hauling the freight that many a person had packed.
His eyes on the signal, his hand on the throttle,
Waiting for the station master in the snow’s mottle.
The whistle sang as the stack’s staccato,
Slowly increased in the cheerful hollow.
As the moon rose the engine crew did see,
a silhouette of a sleigh and deer pulling thee.
More rapid than superglue his scenery it came,
As he troweled, and carved, and muttered some name;
Now, plaster! now, sculptimold! now, homosote and ballast!
On, Styrofoam! on ground goop! on, ground foam and trees!
To the top of the mountains! to the top of the wall!
Now mash away! slash away! crash away all!"
As dry leaves before a soft puff to the hillside they fly,
And then meet with the backdrop with clouds in the sky,
And with the squeal of flanges,
They flew down the track
And arrived at the yard,
Finding toys to pack.
They loaded the boxcar,
And with a blast of the horn,
They pulled to the next town,
To bring toys Christmas morn’.
