T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the store,
Kevin’s staff was busy stocking the shelves once more.
The Barbour’s, Beretta’s and Purdey’s were hung,
close to Holland and Holland, the clothing and guns.
Kevin’s Finest was hanging and folded just right,
when everyone headed home Christmas Eve night.
As they locked the front door there arose a great clatter,
the staff called Kevin and Kathleen to see what was the matter.
Away to the store, The Kelly’s drove in a flash,
unlocked the front door and ran in with a dash;
the street lights on Broad gave a warm luminous glow
as they shone like midday on objects below.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear
but a whited bearded old gent, without his reindeer.
A jolly old man all dressed in Red,
they realized it was Santa which made them quite glad.
More focused than lasers, his eyes how the flew,
around the shop twinkling, he knew what to do.
“Shirts, belts, boots and bowties “he cried, “shotguns and more,
My whole list is filled from this wonderful store!”
With frenzy much like the warehouse sale crowd,
Santa moved with great speed as he moved through each aisle.
Around each corner, and up to the top of each wall,
he filled his great bag and it grew very tall.
And then with a twinkle Santa began laughing with joy;
he had found all of the presents for his good girls and boys.
As we wondered and pondered on what he would do next,
he came down the steps and slowed down for short little rest.
He was dressed all in fur, but started trying on clothes,
the red coat was for Christmas, only for show.
First he tried on our shirts, then some pants, now a coat,
he knew what he liked but he never did gloat,
A happy glance in the mirror confirmed he looked fine,
He kept trying on clothes until it was time.
He admired our shotguns and tried out a few,
then looked at our muck boots and knew they would do.
St. Nick looked through the ties, admiring all,
and then checked out the camo and several duck calls.
He loved the Clic Readers, in our sunglasses he rocked,
and he turned around laughing then spied our wool socks,
It was cold in the North Pole, he loved how they felt
warm feet were a priority especially for elves.
He had a broad face and little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly
He noticed us watching and with a wink of his eye
Let us know the time had come for him to fly,
He spoke not a word and went back to his work
He closed up his bag, and then turned with a jerk.
Opening the front door he gave a great whistle,
And a sleigh with eight reindeer arrived for his dismissal.
He sprang to the sleigh and away they all flew
With a quiet, quick cadence, they knew what to do.
But we heard him exclaim as they flew out of sight
“Thank you to the Kelly’s; I had lots of fun,
everyone wanted Kevin’s this year , so my work is now done.
On to deliver these great gifts of yours,
Merry Christmas to all, especially those who love the outdoors!”