Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the (court)house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The exhibit binders were sacked on the trial table with care,
In hopes that the jury would soon reappear.
The judge and her clerk, to their chambers they fled,
While visions of case law danced in their heads.
And co-counsel in her suit, and I, in my tie,
Had just settled our brains for an award that was sky high.
When out on in the jury room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the room, the clerk flew in a flash,
Tore open the door and threw up the sash.
The foreman came forward, with his hair white as snow
Gave the lustre of hope that we would soon be able go.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature note, with an answer I may fear.
The Clerk took the note and moved so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the verdict.
More rapid than eagles, the jury they came,
And the judge emerged and called out each of their names!
“Now Foreman, Now Juror 2, 3 and 4!
On,Jury 5 and 6 and the alternates galore!
To the top of the jury box! To the top of the wall!
Now hurry to get seated! Hurry you all!”
The Foreman was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Upon speaking a few words, he went straight to his work,
And read the answers on the verdict sheet, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the jury all rose!
The Judge thanked the jury, and she sprang up from the bench,
And away they all flew out the courtroom then went.
But I heard the Judge exclaim, as her robe disappeared out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”