The Night Before Christmas—SafeWise Style

Written by | Updated December 19, 2016


‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
The security system was on to keep burglars out.
The smart locks engaged, the panel on by the stairs,
Had forgotten St. Nicholas soon would be there.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
The alarm went “beep!” to say “something’s the matter.”
In seconds a round shadow appeared in his sash.
He tried the locked window, but it couldn’t be smashed.

The cameras recorded everything that they saw,
A red miniature sleigh and tiny reindeer paws.
The motion sensors illuminated and the sleigh team shrieked,
They were used to landing without making a peep!

Noticing the hubbub, St. Nick called to his team,
His magic was meant to be felt, but never seen!

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!”

The reindeer took flight, leaving the old man alone,
Trapped inside a secured perimeter zone.
“What to do next?” He thought, peering around,
“Perhaps I’ll try the front door if I don’t make a sound.”

But as he crept up, the smart doorbell came to life,
And the watchful small camera gave him a fright.
Then Santa Claus ran in the back to try his luck,
But drat, that too was armed with more secure stuff.

“Now what?” He thought. “The kiddies need their toys.”
“Home security should keep bad guys out, not ones who deliver joy!”
So he slinked to the door and gave it a knock,
Much to his surprise, the homeowners weren’t in shock.

“We’ve been watching you from our home security app,” they said.
“You’ve give us quite a laugh!” And his cheeks turned red.

Santa stood there for a moment with his broad face and round belly,
Then he began to laugh and shook like a bowl full of jelly.
They disarmed the system and invited him in.
After all, Mr. Claus needed to deliver Christmas things.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
“Think I can get this alarm up at the North Pole?
Some of the elves have been dipping into the coal.”

The homeowners nodded and then Santa was gone,
He went back up the chimney, now that the alarm wasn’t on.

He called his team with a quavering whistle,
And they all flew down like synchronized missiles.
The homeowners waved as he soared out of sight,
Hearing, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a safe night!

Written by Caroline Maurer

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