Twas the night before Christmas when all through the BID,
Many creatures were stirring from adult to kid.
Decorations were hung in the storefronts with care
With the knowledge more visitors soon would be there.
The trees had been trimmed, the streets were now clean;
The Media District looked shiny and green.
Then somewhere on Highland there arose such a clatter,
Public Safety went out to see what was the matter.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
“That’s strange,” most people would say at this sight,
But in Hollywood, weird stuff happens most nights.
So although, at first, we thought this a trick,
The man in the sleigh said his name was St. Nick.
He had come to the District to do a few things—
See some art, have a nosh, and purchase some bling,
On Seward! On Sycamore! Santa Monica and Vine!
A few stops in the shops on Cahuenga’d be fine!
He’ll pick up some treats, maybe take in a show,
But to get this all done, he said he must go.
So he sprang to his sleigh, and readied his steed,
Said, “You have a great District!” And we all agreed.
Then we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”
Happy Holidays from your friends
at the Hollywood Media District