Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The sneakers were hung by the doorway with care,
In hopes that a morning run soon would be there.
The runners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While dreams of PRs danced in their heads.
With a tech shirt on and a foam roller near,
They prepared for the miles of the coming new year.
When out on the street, there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, they flew in a dash,
Pulled open the blinds and peered through the sash.
The moon on the pavement, all frosty and bright,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the cold winter night.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a group of brave runners in reflective gear.
With steady strides, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
Decked out in red with his sack full of shoes,
He shouted encouragement, sharing the good news.
“Now Striders! Now Pacers! Now Sprinters and Joggers!
On Trail Runners, Road Runners, Walkers, and Loggers!
To the top of the hill, to the loop by the wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
And they heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight,
“Happy miles to all, and to all a good night!”