’Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Red,Yellow, Green & Blue Perspective
Dec 10, 2024·By Stephen Keery
’Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Red Perspective ’Twas the night before Christmas, and let me tell you, everything was running like clockwork. The stockings were hung precisely by the chimney with care because I made sure of it. The kids? They were in bed, asleep, no fuss, no delays. I told them straight, “Santa doesn’t come until you’re asleep, so don’t push it”. They got the message. Now, I was ready to settle in, maybe squeeze in five minutes of downtime, when suddenly, THUMP! What was that? I was on my feet in seconds, scanning for the source. Out the window, I spotted him. Not a random intruder, thank goodness. It was Santa. The man himself. He came in fast and efficient, straight down the chimney, no hesitation. That’s the kind of energy I respect. The sleigh? Impressive. Sleek design fully loaded. And those reindeer? They were no-nonsense. They knew their roles, they hit their marks, and they didn’t waste time. Santa? Total pro. He got to work, unpacked gifts with precision, and didn’t miss a beat. He didn’t even flinch when I crossed my arms and watched. “Don’t mind me”, I said. “Carry on”. He looked at me, calm, confident. “You’ve got everything under control here”, he said. “I like that”. I nodded. Of course, I do. It’s Christmas Eve, not amateur hour. When the job was done, he gave me a firm nod, climbed back up the chimney, and with a quick call to his team, “On Dasher, on Dancer!”, he was gone. Straight to the next task. No fluff, no fuss. That’s how you run Christmas. As he flew off, I heard him shout, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” I smirked. Mission accomplished. On to the next challenge.’Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Yellow Perspective ’Twas the night before Christmas, and oh, what a magical evening it was! The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, beautifully arranged, if I do say so myself, with a little extra flair. The kids were tucked in bed, but not before I told them an exciting story about Santa and his reindeer. They were absolutely thrilled, practically bouncing in their beds with anticipation! I was just about to settle in with some hot chocolate when suddenly, I heard a noise outside. A loud clatter! “What could that be?” I thought, and let me tell you, I was excited. I sprang to the window and, oh my goodness, you won’t believe it, it was Santa! Yes, Santa Claus! His sleigh was gliding down to my roof, and those reindeer. Just magnificent. Their bells jingled, and their energy was electric. I could almost feel the magic in the air! Before I knew it, Santa himself came bounding down the chimney, all smiles and jolly laughter. “Santa!” I exclaimed. “You’re here! How exciting is this? Can I help with anything? Maybe take a selfie for the memories?” He chuckled and waved me off. “You’ve got enough energy for the both of us”, he said. Santa worked quickly but with so much style. He pulled out gift after gift, and I couldn’t help but comment on everyone. “Oh, that’s going to be perfect for little Timmy! And look at the craftsmanship on that toy, amazing!” He nodded, clearly impressed by my enthusiasm. As he finished up, I couldn’t resist asking, “So, Santa, tell me, how do you keep everything so magical every year? What’s your secret? Is it the reindeer? The elves? Your personality?” He laughed again. “It’s teamwork”, he said. “But your energy certainly helps keep the spirit alive”. And just like that, he was gone, up the chimney in a flash. I ran to the window to see him take off into the night. “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen!” I shouted, joining in his cheer. He turned back, giving me a wave, and called out: “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a night filled with joy and laughter!” I stood there, practically glowing. What a magical night! I just knew everyone was going to wake up to the best Christmas ever.’Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Green Perspective ’Twas the night before Christmas, and everything was calm and peaceful, just the way I like it. The stockings were hung carefully by the chimney, and the house was warm and quiet. The kids were tucked into bed after our usual Christmas Eve traditions, reading stories, drinking hot chocolate, and sharing what we’re most grateful for this year. It was a good, simple evening. I had just settled into my favourite chair, enjoying the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights, when I heard a sound outside, a bit of a commotion. I didn’t want to disturb the peace, but curiosity got the better of me. I peeked out the window and, to my surprise, there he was, Santa Claus, with his sleigh and reindeer landing gently on the roof. Santa came down the chimney, and I greeted him warmly. “Welcome, Santa”, I said softly. “Is there anything you need? Can I help in any way?” He smiled kindly. “Thank you, but I’ve got it covered”, he said. I appreciated his quiet confidence, it felt reassuring. As he went about his work, I noticed how thoughtful and precise he was. Every gift was placed with care, and he made sure everything was just right. “You really do bring so much joy to people”, I said, keeping my tone gentle and sincere. He nodded, his eyes twinkling. “It’s the little things that matter”, he said. “Small acts of kindness make a big difference”. Before he left, he paused to say, “You’ve created a lovely home here. The love and peace in this place make my job even easier”. That meant a lot to me, it’s all I’ve ever wanted for my family. As he disappeared back up the chimney, I watched him fly off into the night sky. The sleigh bells jingled softly, and his voice carried through the still air, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night”. I smiled, feeling grateful for the peace and joy of the evening. It wasn’t about the gifts or the grand gestures; it was about the simple, steady love that filled our home. That’s what Christmas is all about.’Twas the Night Before Christmas: The Blue Perspective ’Twas the night before Christmas, and everything was in perfect order. The stockings were hung evenly by the chimney, spaced exactly two inches apart. The tree lights were arranged methodically, ensuring an even distribution of brightness, and the gifts were already aligned neatly under the tree, sorted by recipient and size. The children were in bed precisely at their scheduled time, ensuring they’d get the recommended amount of sleep. I was reviewing my Christmas Eve checklist when I heard a noise outside. It was louder than expected, so I noted it down, Investigate unusual sound, 11:43 PM. Looking out the window, I saw something highly improbable, a sleigh, airborne, pulled by reindeer. Of course, it had to be Santa Claus. I quickly added this observation to my mental data log and waited for his arrival. When Santa came down the chimney, I was impressed by his efficiency. He moved quickly but deliberately, placing gifts with precision and care. “I see you operate on a highly optimised system”, I remarked. He chuckled, clearly accustomed to such observations. “It’s all about preparation and teamwork”, he replied. I appreciated the logic in his response, it made sense given the scale of his operation. I couldn’t resist asking, “How do you ensure accuracy on such a large scale? The probability of errors must be significant”. He smiled and said, “The list is checked twice. Attention to detail makes all the difference”. I nodded in agreement; it was a sound approach. As he finished his task, I noticed his meticulous method of organising the gifts, and I had to admit, it aligned with my own standards of order and precision. Before he left, he said, “You’ve created a wonderful system here, a peaceful home with everything in its place. It’s a pleasure to visit”. With that, he climbed back up the chimney. I made a quick note of his departure time: Exit: 11:56 PM. Looking out the window, I saw him flying off, calling out in a measured tone, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night”. As I sat back down, I reviewed the evening in my mind, satisfied that everything had gone exactly as planned. Christmas was proceeding smoothly, and there was nothing more rewarding than knowing the details had been handled to perfection.
