The Night Before Christmas

**With a wink and nod to Clement Moore**

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the cabin
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse
(oh thank goodness).

The stockings were hung
by the woodstove with care
in hopes that something
would miraculously appear.

With Wayne in his hoodie
and I in my sweats,
we’d just snuggled in
for a cozy night’s rest.

When out in the Narrows
there sounded such a roar,
we ran down the stairs
to look out the glass door.

Rounding the point
and coming into sight
was Terry’s green tug
all decked out in lights.

Up in the sky
the stars were a-twinkling
guiding him home
without any lingering.

To loggers and tug drivers,
forest workers and all,
a very Merry Christmas
from Hole in the Wall.

Wayne and Margy Lutz