‘Twas the night before Christmas, at the Wilmington Fuzzy Peach
They now had four stores in this town by the beach.
The cups were stacked by the yogurt with care,
In hopes that all the guests soon would be there.

The toppings were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of freshly cut fruit danced in their heads.
The t-shirts were folded and set on their shelves,
With sizes for everyone, even Santa and his elves.

At just after one, there arose such a clatter,
Santa had stopped by for some chocolate, vanilla, and cake batter.
He snuck in the doors, and made a mad dash,
For a cup of Eggnog froyo, swirled with Pistach’!

Outside the moon shown brightly even without any snow,
It was 70 in Wilmington this Christmas, you know.
Inside Santa was hungry, or so it appeared,
He soon had Kiwi Strawberry all over his beard.

He was in a hurry, so he had to eat quick,
But the toppings were plentiful and the yogurt was thick.
He picked up some gift cards for some good girls and boys,
No doubt they’d enjoy them much more than some toys.

He made one more cup to take on his way,
would have had ten more if he had time to stay.
He sampled more flavors, no two just the same,
Then piled on the toppings as he called them by name:

“Now, peanuts! Now, granola! Now, angel food cake!
On, brownies! On, peaches! I’ll just pile on them all, for goodness sake!”
His eyes–how they twinkled!
As his froyo was topped, syruped, and sprinkled.

He climbed on his sleigh, with his reindeer in tow,
After leaving some gifts for Jason, Wells, and Rocco.
I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
“What a perfect dessert on this warm Christmas night!”

When outside of the store there arose such a clatter
We sprang out of our seats to see what was the matter
I looked out the window to see bright lights and blue flash
The Wilmington Police Department had discovered our Fuzzy Peach Midnight Dash

We knew we were in trouble, how could we not.
And, then the Officer asked us, did you at least save us a drop?

Pile on the cookie crumble, Pile on the candy treats
And, we all chuckled as we said, “how can anyone resist such an amazing
Fuzzy Peach Frozen Yogurt Feast!”

When in front of Racine there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the storefront to see what was the matter.
Away to Front Street I flew like a flash,
Peered in the door and held on to my cash.

The moon on the front of Monkey Junction,
Made me happy about its function.
I then drove to Porter’s Neck,
Thinking “What the Heck?!”.

I saw a froyo store owner, near the store so swell,
I knew in a moment it must Rocco, Jason, or Wells.
More healthy than ice cream, more taste to savor,
He shouted with excitement, then yelled out each flavor!

“Now Eggnog! now, Red Velvet! now, chocolate and Whoppers!
On, Cupcake! On, Vanilla! on, Gingerbread and all the toppers!
To the inside of the store! Go feed your guests!
Now hurry up quickly! They’re wanting the best!”

The flavors ran into the store to feed the guest’s hunger,
The guests were glad to be done waiting – they weren’t getting any younger!
And I said to myself as I drove into the night,
“Happy holidays to all, froyo is such a delight!”

Now, we’re waiting & waiting & hoping & praying
That they’ll re-open soon without too much delaying.