'twas the night before festivus, when all through the house,
 not a speesees was stirring, not even a mouse.
 the bundlers were wrapped beneath the tree with care,
 + pants were there too; both yoga + flare.
 
 wee speesees were nestled all snug with their friends,
 visions of humming birds flying in their heads.
 + mom in her hanky, + i in skull cap,
 had just settled down for a much-needed nap.
 
 from outside the window there flashed such a light,
 i arose to see four figures suspended in flight.
 the sleigh filled with gifts relieved my heart from its panic,
 because when the speesees sleigh comes, it brings only organic!
 
  the hip, sprightly driver was dressed in cotton so soft,
 + the flying figures, quite graceful, stayed nicely aloft.
 + she whistled, + shouted their names through the snow:
 "on prance, on blossom, on hum, on grow!"
 
 then the horse, the flower, the bird + the tree,
 brought cozy green gifts for baby, mama + me.
 with their work all done and the speesees out of sight,
 we heard in the distance:
 
 "happy holidays to all, + to all a great night!"