Twas the day before Christmas, when all thro' the yard,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Nutty the squirrel;
The decorations were hung on the windows with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there....
When up in the tree there arose such a clatter,
I dropped my rake to see what was the matter.
Away to the road I flew like a flash,
Looked up in the tree, and let out a gasp.
The sun on the breast of the new fallen moss,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear...
but 2 visiting Bald eagles arriving here.
What a treat to have these beauties so near,
I ran for my camera to capture a pic
of this Christmas gift from 'ole St. Nick.
And one snap of the camera, caught their attention.
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of sight-
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.