Christmas dreams come true!

This poem was written by my brother Mike at my request. I ask him to help inspire my family to contribute to getting airline tickets for my sister Alison's family so we could be all together for Christmas. I had to post it because it is awesome!


T'was the night before Christmas and all through the Connecticut valley
not a Caldwell-Andrews was stiring cause they weren't "in da house".
Talia's stockings and such had been packed with great care,
knowing she soon would be near Rachel's little mare.
Malachi was nestled alongside his sister so snug, while visions of seeing family his heart strings did tug.
And Brooke in her 'kerchief, and Seth singing a rap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the concourse there arose such a clatter,
it appeared the Caldwell-Andrews had lost their luggage, no matter.
We sprang from our stances with nary a dry eye lash,
Tore over to greet them and with a hug we did mash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the boys a reason to play football just so,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear on this date,
But all those Nelson kids, could it really be eight.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it was our dad, the real St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his nog he did down,
and he whistled and shouted, and said give me another round.
Now Dadder! now, Mommer! now, and Johner and Rebecitzen!
On Rachet! on Michid!, on Saraer and Sethitzen!
To the bottom of the bank account and savings we go.
Lets start the bidding and see if it's so
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When us Andrews meet with such a chance, we mount to the sky,
So up the the Pickett's and Dodson's we go,
With a house full of family and memories not to forego.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the chicken house roof
The prancing and pawing of Isaac Cole Nelson.
As I drew in my hand and turning around,
What did Ronnie flush? It made such a sound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
It was pimp uncle John all tarnished in soot (or was that axle grease)
A bundle of toys he flung on his back.
Most of them handmade with a drill press that's a fact.
Ron's eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry,
to be back in Utah with his wife's family so scary.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
He'd just been burned on a real nice "hail mary".
Brandon's little mouth was drawn like a bow
"Hey guys I'm in college now if ya didn't know"
The core of an apple John held tight in his hand,
"It's whole fruits and veggies I really demand."
He was chubby and plump a right jolly old kid,
but that was before the junk food was hid.
A wink of her eye and a hug from Miss Al,
Soon gave us to know that she was our pal.
She spoke not a word but went straights to her siblings,
And filled all their stockings with gourmet type chitlins.
And laying a finger aside of her nose,
she said seeing this family is like drinking from a fire hose.
They sprang to their flight when the new year was finished,
But the memories never in this world would diminish.
But we heard them exclaim as they flew out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, we sure love you alright.