‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
\nNot a sound could be heard, not even a drop.
\nThe shelves were all stocked with the greatest of care,
\nIn hopes that book lovers soon would be there.<\/p>\n
The novels were nestled, each one in its place,
\nMysteries, classics, all dressed up with grace.
\nCookbooks and thrillers, all cozy and bright,
\nAwaiting the readers who\u2019d come for a bite.<\/p>\n
The owner sat back, in his worn leather chair,
\nHe\u2019d dusted the spines and arranged with great flair.
\nA cup of hot cocoa steamed close at hand,
\nHe dreamed of more customers, oh, that’d be grand.<\/p>\n
When out on the sidewalk there arose such a clatter,
\nHe sprang from his seat to see what was the matter.
\nAway to the window he flew like a flash,
\nPeeked out past the fairy lights strung in a sash.<\/p>\n
The streetlamp shone down on new-fallen snow,
\nIlluminating the shoppers who walked to and fro.
\nWhen, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
\nBut a group of book lovers bringing good cheer.<\/p>\n
With shopping bags full and smiles so bright,
\nThey came to the bookstore that magical night.
\nEager for novels, for poems, and for lore,
\nFor the treasures that lay inside the store.<\/p>\n
He flung wide the door and welcomed them in,
\nAs pages and stories their journey would begin.
\nThey browsed and they chatted, laughed in delight,
\nFilling the store on that magical night.<\/p>\n
Then a voice rang out, deep and so jolly,
\n\u201cDo you have Dickens? Or perhaps something folly?\u201d
\nHe turned with a grin, and what did he see?
\nBut a customer dressed as Saint Nick, jolly as can be.<\/p>\n
He picked up a novel, then two and then three,
\nStories of mystery, of love, and the sea.
\nWith a wink and a nod, he said with delight,
\n\u201cI\u2019ll take these for now, and a cozy read for tonight!\u201d<\/p>\n
They gathered their books, each story a gift,
\nWith tales to inspire and spirits to lift.
\nThen out the door they went, all in a row,
\nBooks in hand, their faces aglow.<\/p>\n
The owner watched on, a tear in his eye,
\nAs the bookstore had been filled with cheer by and by.
\nAnd he heard them exclaim, as they walked out of sight,
\n\u201cHappy reading to all, and to all a good night!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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