Kathleen Ripley Leo
’Twas the night before Christmas
and all thru the wash,
not a coyote was yipping,
all the world was a hush.
Not a jet could be spied
zip-zooming the sky.
Not a palo verde stirred,
not a pigeon flew high.
All stars shone down
on cacti here and there,
while lights in our homes
gave no one to fear.
’Twas the night before Christmas—
we neighbors are reaping
such joy in our hearts
herald angels are singing.
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