A Diner Christmas

Back in 1983, my pal Steve Repucci decided to give me a personalized Christmas gift. It was totally a surprise to me. It was a sheet of paper (or maybe two, I did not find the original copy for this post) neatly typed by Steve’s sister-in-law, Linda. It was a poem Steve wrote, basically rewording the famous Christmas poem “A Night Before Christmas”. He titled it  “A Diner Christmas”.

I thought I would put it on the blog and get it out there on the web. I also decided to include images from a Christmas Card put out by “American Greetings” in 1984. It was very ironic that the card basically depicted a portion of Steve’s narative for the poem. The card was designed by someone name Kathy Lawrence.


Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the diner,
Not a creature was stirring,
It couldn’t be finer.

The Victors were stacked
By the coffee urns where
They waited for patrons
Who soon would be there.

The cook was preparing
Tomorrows chipped beef,
And I drinking Bromo
To get some relief.

When out in the parking lot
There arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seltzer
To see what’s the matter.

Away to the windows
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds
And stared with a gasp.

For what to my wondering
Eyes should appear
But a little red sleigh
And eight fuzzy reindeer.

With a little red driver
More lively than quick
I knew in a moment
It must be St. Nick.

He jumped from his sleigh
And stalked for the door,
He looked pretty bushed,
All tired and sore.

As I pulled from the window
And was turning around,
In through the door Santa Claus came
………….With no sound.

No bundle of toys
Did he have on his back
He stood like a cab driver
Out of his hack.

His eyes were all bloodshot,
His red cap askew,
He paused for a moment
To collect himself…Phew.

But he spoke not a word
As he made for a seat,
He just nodded for coffee,
He looked really beat.

Java and pie
Is all he would need,
With carrots for reindeer,
Instead of some feed.

He started to perk-up,
Then got to his feet,
His eyes were a twinkle
His cheeks red as beets.

He stood there agleam
From his shiny red nose
Down the front of his suit
To the tip of his toes.

And he chuckled and laughed,
A right jolly old fellow,
And his belly was bouncin’
Like Cookies best jello.

Then laying a finger
Aside of his nose,
And taking a sidestep
Stage left, out he goes.

Down the steps to the lot
Then across to his sleigh,
With a laugh, Ho, Ho, Ho,
Once again on his way.

He jumped in the seat
Put his goggles in place,
Threw a scarf round his neck
That half covered his face,

Shouting Dasher, on Dancer,
Now Prancer and Vixen,
Lets go Comet and Cupid
C’mon Donder and Blitzen.

Then they rose from the lot
Flying over the street,
Back up into the night,
Time to finish their beat.

But I heard him exclaim after,
Thanks for the bite,
Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a good night.


Steven T. Repucci
Christmas, 1983