Twas the Night Before Christmas: A Richards Family Tale Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.Loni Richards, the heart of the clan,Was wrapping up gifts with a well-practiced hand.With ribbons and bows, her wrapping was neat,Each gift a surprise, each package a treat.Her husband Jedd, sturdy and kind,Checked on the fire, their traditions in mind.Ensuring the warmth of their cozy domain,He smiled at the joy that their home would sustain.Brandon, their son, with excitement so pure,Dreamed of the wonders the night would ensure.A thoughtful young boy with a spark in his mind,Eager for morning and the treasures he’d find.Josh, who came every year, a spirited lad,Shared laughter and joy with the best times he’d had.Sitting quietly smiling in a soft, comfy chair,He basked in the love that was always there.Jennifer, Loni’s sister, lived there as well,Her presence a blessing, as anyone could tell.She baked sweet delights and shared stories with flair,Her laughter and love lighting up the air.When all of a sudden, the family agreed,To slip into pajamas with comfortable speed.They gathered together by the twinkling tree,To share in a moment of pure unity.A sweet toast was made to Christ, so divine,The reason for joy in this season’s design.With hearts full of love and spirits alight,They cherished the meaning of this holy night.No sleigh or reindeer appeared in their view,But the warmth in their hearts made the magic feel true.For gifts may be fleeting, but love holds its place,A blessing eternal, a true act of grace.And as they all smiled in the soft glowing light,They whispered together, "Merry Christmas tonight!"