‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The cameras were charging in the bedroom with care
In hopes of lasting batteries would, by morning be there.
Excited and restless I was in my bed,
Lasting memories danced around in my head,
Laughing faces, and smiles alike,
On 8 x 10 sheets, make a beautiful sight.
Oh how it would look on a metallic sheet,
Black and white photos, a timeless keep.
When suddenly, I heard such a loud clatter. I grabbed my camera to see what was the matter.
Downstairs through the railing I saw, a plump red man was trying to thaw.
Oh Santa, that silly man, dropped a plate of cookies right from his hand.
Wait is this really SANTA I see, can this truly be?
Sneaking downstairs to get a low angle, I must see his face by the light of a candle.
I’ll turn my camera on to get the best shot, lower my aperture so that it’s not hot.
On my manual settings it’s open and slow
Set up my tripod in the dark, quite low
I must be sneaky to get this shot, I can’t let him dash,
I turn on my camera and turn off the flash.
The lights are twinkling by my fireplace there, while Santa’s placing his presents under the tree with care.
What a great shot this will be, if I dare!
I sat there framing and did carefully compose
I pressed my shutter and then with horror, froze!
No picture, no snap, my memory card’s not in the back.
Santa looked at me with a grin, as he stuffed my stocking to the brim.
Before he left, he chuckled his jolly laugh, winked at me, then he left.
I went to my stocking, so sad and low, I missed this great shot, and no one would know.
There on top of it all did I see, a pack of memory cards, 4 Gigabytes, all three!
If you see Santa this Christmas, I ask you this,
Please just shoot him - Shoot him just for this.
