Best of 2011
An ode to the year’s top Scoops
Before we take a week off to enjoy the holidays with our little ones, we wanted to spend a moment celebrating our favorite Scoops of the year—and wishing you the happiest of holidays (with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore):
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Method soap shaped like a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Maurice Sendak’s latest book would soon be placed there.
And mama in her Hatch maternity clothes, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the Boon drying lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the cordless roman shades and threw up the sash.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature red sled, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver who followed the new AAP car seat guidelines,
So I knew the reindeer would be just fine.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings with Crewcuts for baby, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas (and Hanukkah!) to all, and to all a good-night!”