The pager was silent; There was no demand
For consult, or curbsides, or last-minute scripts
What's going on to cause this sort of bliss?
The Type 1s were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
With lantus, and lispro, and some novolog --
They can enjoy them, along with some nog.
When out on my desk there arose such a clatter,
I picked up the phone to see what was the matter.
"It's a lab from outside, with a sodium for you."
"But I have good news: it's 142!"
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Dr. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of Duke North! to the top of the clinic!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
"I'll cover the pager! I'll keep them away!
Don't worry a bit, they'll be no DKA.
The kids will be fine; if ketones appear,
I'll say, 'Change the pump site!' and all will be clear."
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to my pile
of unfinished notes -- and he gave me a smile.
He said: "I, Dr. Nick was a fellow once too.
And this peace tonight is my gift to you.
I hope you enjoy it, because it's not going to last,
They'll be back after the holiday -- and that will come fast.
But for now -- go have fun! It will be a delight --
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
happy holidays !!!