The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas that was freezing cold, my 5-year old granddaughter couldn't keep elation on hold, for she knew, for her Santa would bring at night nice gift. So, she wanted the long hours of waiting to soon drift. She had known Santa'd come through chimney with glee, so, if there was one in the new house she wanted to see. She ran upstairs to look at the roof, but couldn't find one. In tears, she said Santa's visit her fate had surely undone. I assured her, he would come through the window for sure, give her the beautiful gifts that would definitely allure. At night the window of her room she didn't let us close, although outside the chilly wind from the snowfield rose. Morn sun flooded her room through window open wide. She tried to shout in joy seeing the gifts lying by her side, but her voice was choked, gripped by a bout of cold. That night before Christmas she never forgot, even when old.