‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Essential Oils Edition)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
With scents of sweet cinnamon filling the air.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While whispers of peppermint danced in their heads.
And Mama in her scarf, with her lavender spray,
Had just settled down at the end of the day.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
The aroma of fir trees as fresh as a splash.

The moon on the snow gave a magical glow,
And hints of pine essence made spirits bestow.
When, what to my wondering nose should appear,
But a sleigh full of oils and eight festive reindeer!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More fragrant than ever, his oils they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Frankincense! Now Myrrh! Now Citrus and Spruce!
On Clove Bud! On Ginger! Let the aromas cut loose!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let the scents of the season bring joy to you all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
The warm scent of clove and orange filled the sky.
So up to the rooftop the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of treasures, and St. Nicholas too.

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

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his toes,
And carried a diffuser to spread Christmas glows.
A bundle of bottles he had flung on his back,
Filled with aromas to keep the season on track.

His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks smelled of nutmeg, his nose like a cherry!
With a drop of vanilla, his smile did gleam,
Bringing joy to the night with his yuletide dream.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Adding oils to stockings with a satisfied smirk.
A touch of eucalyptus, a hint of sweet bay,
And a drop of warm cedar to brighten the day.

Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
A burst of fresh pine through the chimney arose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the scent of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
May your oils bring peace, may your spirits stay bright,
For aromas of Christmas make everything right.”

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!