St. EP Nick, Bill Paolini, 2009 Twas some hours after nightfall, when all through the pack Not a telescope was stirring, not even the Tak. The stockings I hung by the chimney with care, Ready for new eyepieces that Elves would put there. Then out in the heavens, there arose such a clatter, My eyes opened wide, to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like The Flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. High in the heavens, with no Moon to be seen, And the sky of black velvet, with stars shining keen. Then what to my eyes should happen to appear, But Jupiter and Saturn and Mars chiming clear. With this motivation, moving lively and quick, I knew in a moment, Id be observing lickety-split. More rapid than meteors the eyepieces they came, And I whistled, and shouted, and called each by name! "Now Mono! Now Ortho! Now Kellner and reversed one! On Plossl! On Nagler! Ready spacewalk! Even more fun! So out of your trays! Caps off bottom and top! Dash away! Dash away! To my scopes dash non-stop!"