Christmas Eve

‘Twas the night before Christmas,

But I could not sleep.

I hit on a plan

And began counting sheep.

I got to one hundred,

But still was awake,

Which soon had me wond’ring

How long it would take.

I had to keep going –

What else could I do?

So soon I was up to

Two hundred and two.

When passing three hundred

I started to fret,

Then, reaching four hundred

I got quite upset.

As five hundred came

I  was ready to weep,

And can you believe it?

I cried myself to sleep!