'Twas the night before Christmas, and in our house full of grins,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the twins;
Side-by-side stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon see the pair;

Our double blessings of joy were nestled, each snug in bunk-beds,
With visions of dual-controlled Gameboy sets dancing in their heads;
Mom collapsed on the couch, and I fell asleep on the floor,
It had been a long day, and soon the room was full of snore.

Alert to all sounds, there arose such a noise,
We immediately jumped to our feet, could that be the boys?
No! This came from outside and we looked on the lawn,
(ignoring the toys and bikes left there by our twins, Shane and Sean).

What should we see there,
In front of our still-lit Christmas light display?
An amazing sight! Eight identical reindeer,
(Could they be clones?) leading a sleigh.

And guiding the team, pulling the reins with a jolt,
Was a grizzled, white-bearded old man (probably the dad of mults....)
Obviously used to barking out orders to a crew,
He whistled and shouted, calling out to his reindeer, two-by-two;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
On to the twins' house, it's time to see,
If they have been good little boys, both Twin A and Twin B!"

And then, in a twin-inkling, we heard a noise up above,
"While on our roof," I shouted. "Do you see the twins lost gloves?"
But just then down the chimney came St. Nick with a leap.
(It was quite loud in the house, would the twins stay asleep?)

He was decked in red and white, adorned all in fur,
And with a full grin, a father of twins to be sure!;
On his back was a bag, it was filled to the brim with toys,
Could those be gifts for our boys?

His eyes -- how they twin-kled! they had such appeal,
And by the looks of his belly, he didn't miss too many meals.
His face was broad with cheeks that reminded us of bubbles,
With wide dimples that were second only to our double troubles;

He silently dodged the strewn toys and went straight to his work,
Filling both boys stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And with a wink and a jolly, old nod,
He exclaimed, "off to the Hartsfield's home, they have quads!"

Our twins would be so full of glee,
Despite missing the sight near the tree.
But hopefully they heard St. Nick's farewell as he sailed off in flight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"