'Twas the Night Before Christmas...in Iowa! (Poem and Free Audio)

Snuggle up and experience the magic of the Midwest with a poem from our silly new audiobook. ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Iowa is a heartwarming holiday journey you won’t forget…served up with extra corn!

Festive Fun…and a Little Chuckle

Get ready for a holiday treat with our new audiobook, “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas… in the Midwest!” We’re bringing a fresh spin to a classic. This isn’t just any reading. We take you on a fun-filled ride across the Midwest.

From Minnesota to Iowa, to Wisconsin, each part is filled with our signature humor and heartwarming touches. It’s perfect for family time or a good laugh on your own. So, snuggle up and join us for a Midwest Christmas adventure. It’s sure to be a new favorite in your holiday collection. Trust us, it’s a hoot and a half!

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…in Iowa

Twas the night before Christmas, all over the farm,
Not a piglet was squealing, causing no alarm;
The stockings were hung by the chimney just so,
In hopes that Saint Nick would bring new tractor glow;

The children were snoozing, all cozy in spreads,
With visions of cornfields swaying in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the pasture there came such a racket,
I sprang from the bed, pulling on my jacket.
Away to the window I stumbled in stride,
Tore open the shutters, and threw the pane wide.

The moon shone on silos and snow-speckled corn,
Giving a luster as bright as the morn,
When, what to my wondering eyes should draw near,
But a John Deere sleigh, and eight chunky reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a flash it had to be Saint Nick.
More rapid than pheasants his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, Maizey! now, Beans! now, Plow and Milker!
On, Combine! on, Silo! on, Donner and Tiller!
To the top of the barn! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As leaves that before the wild prairie fly,
When they meet an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the farmhouse-top the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of gifts, and Saint 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,
Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his toe,
With a vest patched with quilt squares and a warm, flannel glow;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
He looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they sparkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of an ear of corn he held tight in his grin,
And the butter it melted right down to his chin;
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
That shook when he chuckled, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old man,
And I laughed when I saw him—because I’m a fan;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his duty,
Filling all the stockings with toys and some beauty.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a holler,
And away they all flew, like a dollar for a scholar.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to Iowa, and to all a good-night!”