Hey everypony! This is Zalmmuna Wolf-Bat. I am here to share with you one of my favorite poems that I read anually to my family on Christmas Eve before we have church service at our church. So if you do not mind if I read it to you, even though it will be typed, please sit back and relax. Enjoy.

T'was the Night Before Christmas: Clement C. Moore

T'was the night before christmas, and all through the house;
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums, danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled out brains for a long winter's nap;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed, to see what was the matter;
Away to the window, I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash;

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and tiny reindeer;

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, it must be be Saint Nick,
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen,
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas too.

I hope everypony liked that poem, because I do it anually with stuff that is going on, on Christmas. So yeah, I guess I'll see you later! Bye!