Each Christmas, we try to hold a fun Christmas event that includes participation from writers, editors and management. Since we are a content creation company, being creative comes second nature to most of the amazing people that work with us. Adding that creativity to holiday themes has been one of our favorite company culture traditions.

Christmas Poem Writing Remix

For a few holiday writer/editor contests, we’ve asked writers to change the words to popular Christmas songs, stories or poems. A few years back, we had our writers/editors change the words to the famous Christmas poem, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, to better encapsulate what it’s like being a freelance content writer.

The results were hilarious and are still relevant today to freelance writers everywhere! The twist to this contest was that not only did the top 3 entries win cash prizes, but management re-enacted the winning entry in a video!

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Normal Version)

Before we get into the absolute comedy genius of the video, let’s cover a few stats/FAQs of the original Christmas poem, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”.

Q. Who Wrote ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas?

A. It was Clement Clarke Moore. He was a professor of Theology and Oriental and Greek Literature.

Q. How Many Words are in ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas?

A. There are approximately 500 words. Oh and there were approximately 8 reindeer mentioned. You’re welcome.

Q. What are the Original Lyrics of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas?

A. You can find the original lyrics to this Christmas poem here.

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Funny Version)

As amazing as the original version of the Christmas poem is, it’s hard to beat this funny version as it relates to SEO content writing. For the record, Linsi Peck had the winning entry with her ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas (funny version) poem. Enjoy the video, everyone, and feel free to share it!

• 1st Place Entry
• 2nd Place Entry
• 3rd Place Entry

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
by Linsi Peck

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse.

It clicked and it tapped and it zinged a bit, too,

As across the keyboard all my fingertips flew.

I had one more article to work on this night

And then in my bed I’d be snuggled so tight.

I raced with the clock to finish up quick,

So I could be sleeping when came Old Saint Nick.

But my head, how it bobbed, my eyes, how they sagged,

I was droopy and weary and feeling quite lagged.

As I hit one more key, my chin hit my chest,

And my eyes softly closed in a well-deserved rest.

When suddenly, what to my ears should I hear,

But a tapping behind me, that sounded quite near.

I quickly turned ‘round, at my window a man

Was tapping the glass and waving his hand.

“Your windows,” he said, “are letting in cold.

They’re not energy efficient and, really, quite old.

I’ll replace them with new ones made of fiberglass,

I’m the best in the area, the top of my class.”

My brow was now furrowed in honest confusion,

But I couldn’t ponder long on his rude intrusion.

I heard a new sound, a chew and a slurp,

Followed by big lips smacking and then a loud burp.

“Excuse me,” said the eater, a man with no hair,

“That food was so good it came out of nowhere.

You should try this veggie pasta, it’s really nom-nom,

I found this new place on Waiter.com.”

It did smell divine, but I was in shock,

When on my front door, I heard a knock-knock.

“You could use a house-washing,” the caller did yell,

“And your roof needs a thorough rinsing as well.”

I was about to object, but could not even utter,

Before he yelled, “Have you seen what’s in your gutter?

You need to protect your home with a leaf guard,

Contact me today,” and gave me his card.

If this wasn’t enough, I heard a bang in the loo,

Of course, in there, was another man, too.

“A bathroom remodel will give you a thrill,”

He said as he pulled out an electric drill.

Next came a man claiming solar was best,

Then a salesman of doors wouldn’t give it a rest.

I was told how to budget and insure my car,

Then approached by four lawyers from near and far.

It was so loud I almost couldn’t hear the slight sounds

Of bells in the chimney and out on the grounds.

But soon Old Saint Nicholas joined in the crowd,

With a booming big chuckle and a voice very loud.

“And now for your gift,” and his bag he did park,

Then opened it and pulled out some Advocare Spark.

I sat there dumbfounded, as up the chimney he flew

Then fuzzy, waved lines began distorting my view.

I suddenly yelled, “Ouch,” as my face hit the keys,

Then I rubbed my forehead and the pain there did ease.

I was back in my seat, in front of my screen

And I knew in that moment, it all was a dream.

I sighed with relief and wrote a bit more,

Then sprang to my feet and raced to the door.

But before visions of sugarplums came, I did say,

“I guess that’s what I get, working for BKA.”