The Night Before Christmas at West Lebanon Feed & Supply
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the store,
Not a customer stirred, they were shopping no more.
The pet food was stocked on the shelves with great care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

​The pet beds were nestled, both big and small,
with pens, crates, and cages, ready for winter’s call.
The bags of dog kibble were neatly in rows,
And fresh cat treats sat, their packaging glows.

Chris, with his boots on, was headed for the door,
Making sure everything was ready for more.
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from his desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, he flew in a dash,
Tore open the blinds and threw up the sash.
The moon on the snow was a soft, shining light,
And it lit up the store on this calm Christmas Eve’s night.

When what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a jolly old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called his order by name:
"Now, Oats! Now, Corn! Now, Hay and More Grain!
And, Dog Food! And, Cat Food! And, Treats Just the Same!
To the top of the shelves! To the top of the racks!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away, back!"

Like sparks that fly up when a fire burns bright,
When they meet with the wind, they vanish from sight,
So up to the roof the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of gifts—and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Chris heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As he drew in his head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in flannel, from his head to his feet,
With boots full of mud, and a bag needing treats.
He needed toys for the pets and gifts for the barn,
And a basket of wreaths—his holiday charm.

His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He smiled at Chris, then checked on the store,
Making sure Chris was ready for one customer more.

He picked up some dog food and a catnip-filled toy,
Some feed for the horses, and gifts for little girls and boys.
A bag of bird seed for the feeders outside,
And a few last-minute presents, perfect for pride.

Chris watched in awe as St. Nicholas worked,
Filling carts with joy, not a single quirk.
"These gifts," St. Nick said, "are for those who stopped by,
For pets and their owners, and those who live nearby."

He added some tools for the garden and farm,
A new pair of gloves, and a lovely barn charm.
Then, with a chuckle and a wink of his eye,
He filled up the stockings, with treats piled high.

Chris laughed and said, “You’re right on the brink,
But there’s still time for a few more gifts, I think!”
St. Nick gave a wink, with a merry old grin,
Then gave a joyful wave and disappeared with a spin.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Chris heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

​So if you’re in need of feed, or hay, or supply,
Just head to the store—it’s worth the try!
From seeds for the garden to supplies for your farm,
West Lebanon Feed & Supply is there, with their country charm.

​And next Christmas Eve, when the snow’s in the air,
You might just catch St. Nick, with his reindeer over there!