Twas the night before Christmas, and oh what a plight, Bev and Scot were in trouble on this festive night. Their clock lay in pieces, gears scattered and strewn, Time was a mystery under the light of the moon. Two hours they'd lost to a whirlwind of chatter, Unsure of the hour, as if it didn’t quite matter. In a land of their own, with laughter and cheer, They'd lost track of time, the minutes unclear. The bells from the tower struck twelve with a chime, Yet Bev and Scot still couldn't decipher time. Stars twinkled above as if gently to say, "Christmas is here, in its wondrous display." So they shrugged with a grin, and heartwarming grace, For moments with love can't be lost or misplaced. On that magical eve, with time running wild, Together they celebrated, with joy like a child.