'Twas the Night Before Christmas...in Wisconsin! (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 Wisconsin is a heartwarming holiday journey you won’t forget…served up with extra beer and cheese curds!

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!

Get a Free Audio Download!

Even though our audiobook is available on all the big box stores like Amazon, Walmart, Apple, Spotify and wherever audiobooks and music are sold, we thought it’d be fun to give you a little thank you for reading our blog. To grab an audio download of today’s poem, just click here.

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…in Wisconsin

Twas the night before Christmas, in the Wisconsin home,
Where not even a badger was stirring, nor a gnome;
The stockings were hung by the log fire with zest,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring cheese curds, they’re the best.

The children were tucked in their Green Bay Packer gear,
Dreams of snowmobiles racing brought smiles ear to ear;
And mamma in her Brewers cap, and I in my Bucks,
Had just settled down after watching some ducks.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the recliner to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Spilled my Old Fashioned and made quite the splash.

The moon on the stretch of the new-fallen snow,
Lit up the yard like Lambeau’s own glow,
When what to my cheese-curd-lovin’ eyes did show,
But a miniature sleigh, no Packers, just snow.

With a little old driver so lively and slick,
I knew in a heartbeat it must be St. Nick.
Quicker than muskies his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, Bratwurst! now, Kringle! now, Polka and Blitzen!
On, Cheddar! on, Stout! on, Lager and Mitten!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves before the wild Badger game fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
Up to the rooftop the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of beer, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the shingles,
The prancing and pawing of each little Kris Kringle.
As I pulled in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in mink, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled with mischievous cheer!
His dimples, how merry, his laugh I could hear!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in delight,
And the beard on his chin was as snowy as the night;

The stump of a cheese stick he held tight in his grin,
And the aroma of beer, it circled his chin.
He had a broad face and a round little beer belly
That shook when he chuckled, like a jar full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly cheesehead,
And I laughed when I saw him; I felt no dread.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Filled all the stockings with goodies; just ask!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

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