A Bee's Night Before Christmas

A Bee’s Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas

And all through the hive

Bees were clustered together

Keeping warm and alive.

Three pairs of stockings

Were glued up for each bee

In the hopes that Santa

Would put gifts under a tree.

Each young bee was snuggled

Way deep in her cell

Dreaming of a honey flow

That the older bees knew well.

The queen was in her chamber

Guard bees sleeping close by

All of them as excited about Christmas

As a swarm on the fly.

The night was clear

The new moon was bright

Everyone knew for certain

Santa would be there that night.

When up on the roof

There rose such a clatter

The queen went with the guards

To see what was the matter.

On the roof they could see

A sleigh full of toys

Most of them for workers

Only one or two for the boys.

Eight bumblebees had been pulling

They made it look hard

Would Santa have the time

To reach each bee yard?

The driver’s face was red

From the cold (I suppose)

And icicles hung down

From the tip of her nose.

Her eyes were coal black

Her mouth made for smiles

She looked a little weary

She had traveled for miles.

Her coat was real thick

Made to keep her warm

Her wings were slightly tattered

From a late summer swarm.

She was quick as she placed gifts

Near where each bee lay

Then she pulled a beautiful tree

From off of her sleigh.

With a wink she said,

“These bumblebees are tired.

I’m looking for workers

Who want to be hired.”

Six volunteers jumped up

(they refused any money)

So she promised they’d receive

Extra stores of honey.

They darted out of the hive

And while they were in sight

Santa Bee buzzed, “A golden Christmas to all,

And to all a good night!”

Over almond orchards and clover

They flew on their way

They finished their task

Before Christmas Day.