The Night Before Christmas At The Art Store

'Twas the night before Christmas,

in The Art Store so bright,

Not a canvas was stirring,

not even in the soft light.

The airbrushes were nestled,

all snug in their case,

In hopes that creativity

soon would find its embrace!

Jojo, his apron tied tight

'round his waist,

Had just finished organizing,

not a single detail misplaced!

Sharon was at the counter,

tallying sales with great care,

While visions of vibrant hues

danced in the air!

In the corner stood Marvin,

with sketches in hand,

A dreamy-eyed artist,

his visions so grand!

Mark arranged easels,

sturdy and tall,

Zack inspected brushes,

both big and quite small.

Brian, the games master,

sculpting away, with Joe

Crafting miniature masterpieces

to welcome the day!

In homes across Syracuse,

'neath the wintery glow,

Artists were stirring-

their creative spirits aglow!

While back in The Art Store,

with wonder and cheer,

The workers rejoiced-

knowing St. Nick was near!

Yes the magic of Christmas had touched their abode,

Filling The Art Store with joy and the creative mode!

And as they closed up the shop

and bid Christmas Eve night adieu,

They whispered, "Merry Christmas, to artists like you!"