Twas the night before

Twas the night before Disneyland, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not Avery the mouse

The bags were stocked, and packed with care

In hopes that nothing breaks and morning be here.

The child was nestled all snug in her bed

While visions of princesses danced in her head

This poem is to long I'm tired, lets just say 

So goodnight to you all, early morning will drive away