A Visit from St. Mickolas
‘Twas the night before the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse;
The movies were placed in the shelving with care,
In hopes that St. Mickolas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of fairies danced in their heads;
And as I laid down all warm in my sheets,
I heard a loud noise coming from the streets,
I thought: It’s probably the neighbors, or something like that
But the noise became louder, from a hum to a blatt.
Away to the window I flew just like Dash,
From The Incredibles, a character like The Flash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a nice little car and creatures coming near,
With a small little driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Mick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Homer! now, Hawkeye! now Pixar and Winnie the Pooh!
On, Kermit! on, Vader! on, Donald and Dumbo too!
To the top of the charts! to everyone’s screen!
We’ll be the only entertainment that’s ever seen!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to my housetop the coursers they flew
With the car full of movies, and St. Mickolas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard up above
The giggling and dancing of characters with gloves.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Mickolas came with a bound.
He was wearing all fur, from his head to his foot,
And his red pants were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bag of movies and toys were thrown over his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a berry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the ears on his head seemed like they could glow;
He had a broad face and a small little tail
That waved all around without fail
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old mouse,
And I laughed when I saw him, which woke the whole house;
A quick snarl and a twist of his head
Made me realize that I had something to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And took all the movies that we didn’t buy from the Disney clerk
He slapped a logo on Simpsons and Star Wars,
And whispered to himself “I need more.”
He dug all around for any new entertainment
And found that not a lot of people rent
So I heard him exclaim, with lots of thrill
“I’ll have people use our own streaming service, and they will!”
So back up the chimney went St. Mick,
but not before removing everything from Netflix.
Because he already took over Marvel and Fox
And soon he’ll take the rest in a nicely wrapped box.
Before he left he shouted to the sky:
“Merry Christmas to all, and kiss your subscriptions goodbye!”
Kristopher K. Online 