Thanks to list member Marcia Laycock (and her insomnia) for a creative variation of the classic poem.
Twas the night before Christmas, in Yukon you know,
Way up above 60 where Arctic winds blow.
Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
A dreaming of Christmas, like me and like you.
Not stockings but mukluks, at the foot of their beds,
For this was the Yukon, what more need be said?