As I sit down every Tuesday night to brainstorm over the week's blog post, I find my mind easily wanders. And, most of the time that is a unwelcome distraction. However, last night I went quickly from Orthodontics...to Christmas. The reason is obvious, but what came next was very serendipitous (or, at least, amusing). So, without any more ado let me present my Orthodontic interpretation of "The Night Before Christmas." Enjoy...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even for floss;
The rubber bands were all set in their mouths with care,
In the hope that Dr. Nick soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of braces danced in their heads,
And Mom with her Invisalign, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away down the hall I flew like a kite,
Tore open the door, and threw on the light.
The moon on the surface of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of white teeth to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so spry and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Dr. Nick!
More rapid than a plane his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now! Brushin', now! Flossin', now! Fixin', and Pliers,
On! Molars, on! Cuspids, on! Incisors, and Wires.”
“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now scrub away! Scrub away! Scrub away all!”
As plaque leaves before our appointments we try,
When they meet the doctors with eyes to the sky.
So up to the house-top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of brushing supplies—And Dr. Nick 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 Dr. Nick came with a bound:
He was so dapper dressed, from his head to his foot,
But his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of gloves and tools flung on his back,
And he looked like our doctor as he opened his pack:
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
His smile was drawn all up like a bow,
And his teeth were like pearls as white as snow;
His spectacles were held high and light on his nose,
With his white doctor's coat down to his toes.
He had a thin face, and the kindest of eyes
They twinkled when he smiled, like he'd won a prize.
He was skinny and fit, a right jolly old elf.
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And fix’d all our smiles; then turn’d with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside with his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like a down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all smile bright!