‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in the Book Shop so neat, Where silence held court, making stillness complete. The tomes were arranged on the shelves with such care, In hopes that the shoppers soon would be there. The volunteers were nestled, all snug in their beds, While visions of book sales danced in their heads. With the Friends in their jammies, and I with my cap, Had just settled down for a long bookish nap. When out on Big Beaver there arose such a shock, Like headers unleashed from a 4-5-5βs block. To the casement I flew, like a page in the wind, Drew back the curtains, let moonlight stream in. The streetlights on asphalt cast shadows so bright, Made Troy Public Library glow gold…
A Christmas Eve Cruise with St. Nicholas π πππ
