Twas the early morning before Christmas and all through the bushes all the creatures were stirring even the mice. The sound of a 100 footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer. Their socks pulled up to their knees hoping not to get stung by bees.
Out on the trail there was a commotion. The regulars were blazing the trail but the newbie’s were struggling for sure. Some had enough water others had not a drop but though some lagged in the back, none were left behind.
Some brought their children while others left them home to snore. Dreams of play stations and blackberries were floating around for sure. Mamma in her leggings and Daddy in his cargos were up and ready to blaze the trail for sure.
The moon was still a shining as the sun had yet to rise, but in the darkness we were hiking even those with yampee in their eyes.
So there we were with such a clatter that the villagers wondering what’s the matter.
Some smiling some crying while Jimmy shouting to the rear “what’s the matter, I’ve never done this trail before but neither has the Mad Hatter”.
Up and down and all around, through the water and under the trees some had a ball while others held on to their knees. We slip and slide but take it all in stride not envying those who stayed inside.
Monks Hill, Boggy Peak, you name it we’ve probably been to the top. Sugar loaf was too sweet but Rendezvous was just around the rock. We never stopped to listen the mundane sounds of the clock only to the wind and the trees as the beauty leaves you in shock.
So in case you wake from sleeping and find mom and dad missing don’t be alarmed they only went Hiking.
Original by Clement Clarke Moore
Remake by Shawn N Maile
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