I googled and found this poem, apparently written by a member of another disney board
http://www.wdisneyw.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10549
'Twas the Night before Disney...
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'Twas the Night before Disney, and all through the house...
Not a creature was stirring, not even, my spouse.
The bags were all packed, by the front door with care,
With hopes that the limo, soon will be there.
My children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Mickey Mouse danced in their heads;
As I in my nightgown, with Spike snoring deep,
Had just settled down, for long, blissful sleep.
When out on the lawn, there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed, but tripped and went splatter.
I tripped to the window in a Goofy flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw open the sash.
The moon glared bright on the sudden cold snow
Gave me a headache to look at objects below,
When, what to my shivering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Mouse ears,
With a little old driver, so spunky and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Mick.
More rapid than Pluto his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name;
"Now Mickeymac, Now Slaveboy, now kids - I do call,
It's off to The Magic, come with me all!"
As magic dust that before wild pixies fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, race to the sky,
So up to the roof top, the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of miracles, and St. Mickey Mouse too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard, rather saw...
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Mick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with pixie dust and soot;
A bundle of miracles he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like black cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
He shimmered in magic, under halo beneath,
And the light circled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he giggled like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
I turned and I saw - we were all out of bed!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And gathered our bags; then turned with a jerk,
And calling with a smile and a twitch of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
We sprang to his sleigh, he gave his team a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But we had to exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A UOG-NIGHT!"
...written with greatful respect to Clement Clark Moore.
