Somers Gardner, Staff Photographer
'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.
