The Night Before Christmas

’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, except Benny’s pet mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

But chaos was brewing—something strange was in the air.

Ella, Max, and Benny were wide awake in their room,

Arguing over how Santa would fit with a boom.

“He’s magic,” said Ella, adjusting her crown of tinsel.

Max rolled his eyes.