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.

The children were nestled all snug in their Complete Sheet-adorned beds,
While visions of gluten-free sugar-plums danced in their heads.

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.

Up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of Manny + Simon stepstools, and pink dump trucks, too.

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!”