‘Twas the night before Christmas, and through the Bees’ house,
They were enjoying the night, and no, they weren’t soused.
Their spirits were filled with holiday cheer,
Knowing that Santa would soon be here.
Aaron stayed up to catch the big man,
While Zach checked the Bees’ page, wanting more fans.
And Molly wore her Snuggie. Stacey had one too,
They ate Christmas cookies; the frosting was blue.
When from the front door, there came such a knocking.
They all went quiet, their watches tick-tocking.
The door burst open, and who should appear
But Ryan, who moved to the west this year!
They leapt from their places, each from their seating,
To give Mr. Hansinger a holiday greeting.
He looked around, curious, a query on his mind,
“Where is Jenni?” he wondered, “She wasn’t far behind.”
At that moment, Jenni came into the scene,
Followed by Santa, who wasn’t looking so keen.
“Guys!” hollered Jenni, “Something’s wrong with Saint Nick!”
Aaron agreed, “He does look a little sick.”
“Santa, what’s wrong?” Molly inquired,
“Your breathing is shallow, your skin is perspired.”
“Oh, child!” Santa bellowed, shaking his head,
“It’s food poisoning, and I must get to bed.
“But there are toys left to give, smiles to be had;
I can’t go on, though, I feel so bad!”
Stacey stood up, threw her Snuggie to the ground.
“No Christmas for children? Not while I’m around!”
The Bees looked at each other, they knew what had to be done.
It was now up to them to ensure holiday fun.
Laying up Santa onto the couch,
They rallyed together, not one a slouch.
Ryan and Aaron were the men in the back,
Organizing the presents in Santa’s sack.
Zach and Molly kept the reindeer at bay,
Assuring them Santa would be okay.
Stacey and Jenni got in the front, both took the reins,
While Aaron hollered out, “Stacey driving? Are you insane?!”
But there was no time to argue, for in a quick minute,
Santa’s sleigh was airborne, with the Bees in it.
Around the world they flew, gifts handed out.
The kids were so happy, they all danced about.
Soon, the night was done, the Bees were a-twitter,
And when they returned to their house, their hearts went a-flitter.
For standing in the living room, in the early morn,
Was none other than last name Michaels, first name Lorne.
“Santa told me what you did,” Lorne droned in his voice;
“Very impressive, and I’ve made a choice:
“I want you all to be part of Saturday Night Live.”
The Bees’ mouths dropped open; Molly yelled, “High Five!”
They celebrated that day, with rolls and nog made from eggs,
While Ryan danced, using many Stanky Legs.
The moral of the story, friends, is to keep close sight,
One day you may find us yelling, “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!”