Not a creature was stirring, not even a cub Scout;
Our backpacks were hung by the campfire with care,
In hopes that St. nick soon would be there;
The scouts were nestled in their sleeping bags so warm
Visions of smores and Dutch Ovens danced in their heads;
When outside of their tents there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bag to see what was the matter.
Away to the door i flew like a flash,
Tore open the window and threw up the flap.
The moon beams danced on the new fallen snow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Is that the Scoutmaster doing a bed check, No?
Is that a bear or critter looking for food, NO?
I called to my buddy "Wake up", "You have to see this,"
We looked closely and what did we see,
A miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindder,
Do we really see a sleigh and reindeer
or did we have one to many smores,
We could hear the prancing and pawing of each hoof.
In the sleight was a little old driver,
We knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
He was dressed in a Boy Scout Uniform from his head to his feet,
And we could see he was an Eagle Scout by the Pin he did wear,
His eyes how theytwinkled, as they surveyed the camp,
Your fires out cold and you've left not a trace,
you're the Pride of the Council, Your very GOOD SCOUTS.
A bundle of Scout equipment he hand flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all our Backpacks with Goodies and Stuff.
He heard loud snoring and went over to see,
It was just the Scoutmaster snoring like a train,
With a wave of his hand the snoring did change,
Now it was Christmas carols not a freight train.
Oh how St Nick did laugh and laugh,
His belly did jiggle like a bowl full of jelly.
We tried to be quiet but we let out a laugh.
He looked straight at us and then winked his eye,
He flew to his sleight in one giant leap.
He then whistled, and shouted, and called out their names;
Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On cupid, on Donder, and Blitizen!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night"
Yours in Scouting Service
Mark W
Junior Assistant Scoutmaster
Troop 1616
