'Twas dark and dreary Christmas Eve
And all the world was mute.
No wind nor rain disturbed the peace
No bird would give a hoot.
The moon was hid behind the clouds
Which softly wept with snow
That formed a blanket on the ground
And hid what lay below.
A coldness lay upon the fields
And frost encased the trees
The temperature, with every breath
Would drop a few degrees.
'Tis there we find a tiny shack
With crooked walls and floors
Where winter's cold and summer's heat
Crept through the crooked door.
Inside, there stood a tiny bed,
Inside a tiny room.
And in that tiny, tiny bed
Lay Isabella Gloom.
Her blanked cracked and creaked with cold
That froze the frazzled seams.
But Isabella didn't mind
Her head was filled with dreams.