Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the land,
the people were gathering,
to be counted by hand.
The donkey was packed,
by Joseph with care,
in hopes that Mary,
could make the trip there.
Mary was nestled,
all snug in her bed,
while angels of love,
danced in her head.
The donkey was ready,
willing and able,
to carry the new mom,
to the census taker.