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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.