Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that new photo gear soon would be there.
The photographers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of great light danced in their heads.
Dreaming of new images that they would soon make,
great pictures of wildlife, field, forest, and lake.
When out on the lawn there... more