Twas The Night Before Christmas – RV Edition

Cody Smith
December 20, 2012
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What happens when Santa comes to visit a family of campers? Find out in this fun twist on Clement Clarke Moore’s classic, Twas the Night Before Christmas! Written by full-time traveling teen, Hanna Smith, who draws from her own personal experiences living with her family in an RV for over four years to create this clever poem.



Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the RV

Not one person was stirring, unbelievably

The stockings were hung ‘cross the slide out with care

In hopes that St. Nicholas could find them in the middle of nowhere


The children were nestled all snug in their bunk beds

While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads

And we in our warmest clothes, for the heater was about to snap

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap


When out in the campground there arose such a clatter

I sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter

Down the ladder and to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the blinds and rubbed the fingerprints off the glass


The moon light shining on the new fallen snow

Gave the appearance of mid-day to the power pedestals below

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear

But, a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer


No one wakes in the camper without causing a stir

No matter how silent and nimble they were

So the family came running to join me at the window now

To watch what was occurring beyond the slide out’s bow


We saw a little old driver, so lively and quick

We all knew in a moment it must be St. Nick

More rapid than a truck with breaks burning, his coursers they came

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name


Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen

On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen

To the top of the vinyl roof, to the top of the fiber glass wall

Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!


As an awning before the wild hurricane flies

When met with an obstacle, rips off and mounts to the sky

So up to the top of the camper the coursers they flew

With a very heavy sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, too.


Then, with a loud creak above us, I heard on that vinyl roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof

“The way that they sound, they will rip it to shreds!”

Said Dad as his eye balls popped out of his head


As we looked away from the window and were turning around

Down from the air vent St. Nicholas came with a bound

We gasped at the sight, not believing what we had seen here

But, with a wink of his eye, we knew we had nothing to fear


He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back

And Dad winced at the site, for we had no more room to pack


To our stockings he went, counting eight in all

Hung up with care above the slide out wall

In the glow of our tree did we watch with delight

As he continued his work in our camper that night


He gave what we each wished for, because he always knows

And then he checked that the cold hadn’t frozen our hose

Then laying his finger aside of his nose

And giving a nod, up the air vent he rose


He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout

And away they all flew like that awning the wind ripped out

But, I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night!


Artwork and Poem by Hanna Smith

copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved




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