Twas the night before Christmas [Beekeepers Edition]
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hive.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mite;
The honey was capped and the bee bread was made,
In hopes that St. Dronolas soon would be there;
The larva were nestled all snug in their cells,
While visions of royal jelly danced in their heads;
And mamma queen and her attendants,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the landing board there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chamber to see what was the matter.