'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the park
Not a creature was stirring, not even a dragon;
The stockings were hung by Spaceship Earth with care,
In hopes that St. Buzzy soon would be there;
The animatronics were nestled all snug in their rides;
While visions of 50th anniversary gifts danced in their heads;
And Dreamfinder in his suit, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our hydraulics for a long winter's nap,
When out in the park there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my ride to see what was the matter.
Away to Communicore I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and ran down the paths.
The moon on the breast of World Showcase Lagoon,
Gave a lustre of midday to countries below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature chair and eight tiny animatronics,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Buzzy.
More rapid than Test Track his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Bonnie! now, Bakery Boy! now Cereal Sisters and Colander Combo!
On, Fiesta Fruit! on, Hamm & Eggz! on, Krackpots and Dairy Goodz!
To the top of the Imageworks! to the top of Horizons!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before Mission Space fly,
When they meet with an Spaceship Earth, so tall in the sky;
So up to Cranium Command the coursers they flew
With the chair full of hydraulics, and St. Buzzy too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and dancing of each different food.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the Spiral Staircase St. Buzzy came with a bound.
He was dressed in a coat, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with hydraulic fluids;
A bundle of attractions he had met in his past,
And he looked like a dinosaur just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his glasses, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hat on his head was as green as Living With The Land;
The controls of a mind he held tight in his hands,
And the theater, it encircled himself like a prison;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he spoke, like a cup full of Beverly.
He was tiny and short, a right jolly young elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A blink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had Chapek to dread;
He spoke many words, and went straight to his work,
And guided his friend; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his controls,
And giving a nod, out of the chair he rose;
He sprang to his escape, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all ran like the final Reflections of Earth.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy EPCOT Center Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
