'Twas the night before Christmas. The smell of pine Filled up the family room While watching the star blink At the tip top of the tree. My dad began to read Just after snuggling My mom and me All together on the couch. No one spoke; The only sound was the fire cracking. While listening, I smelled hot cocoa And our big Christmas tree. The Steelers blanket held me so tight. That is one of my favorite winter nights. As he finished, we all read And to all a good night.