Rating: 5 stars
On the night before Christmas, "[t]he fossils were standing where they always stood / Looking out o'er a now fast asleep neighborhood." Across the street, a small boy looked over at the museum and wished the dinosaurs good night as he turns off his night light.
|Then a band of young duckbills, all dressed up in holly,|
Invited the boy, with a gesture quite jolly,
To stand upon their heads and reach out way far
And top their tall tree with a bright Christmas star!
"With a pat on the back and a cup of eggnog, / The boy helped the kind dinosaurs light their yule long. / And together they joyfully danced 'round the fire / Singing holiday songs in melodious choir." The icing on this magical cake of a night is the appearance of Santa-sauras, pulled by eight dino-deer.
The next morning, the dinosaurs have turned back to fossils, though a sprig of mistletoe in the T-Rex's dinky hand hints at the mischief that was had.
|Landing safe in his bed on soft pillows of down,|
The boy waved as Santasaur flew over the town.