11/29/2025
đ§șđ âTwas the Night Before Christmas⊠Beekeeper Edition By Sweet Stingers Honey đŻđ
âTwas the night before Christmas,
And out in the yard,
Not a creature was stirringâ
Not even the guards.
The colonies sat there in silent, wrapped snug in their hives,
Bees clustered tight for a long winterâs nap.
The smokers were hung by the shed door with care,
In hopes that warm springtime soon would be there.
Our veils and our jackets were cleaned and hung right,
For Iâd checked the bees earlierâ
all tucked in for the night.
But just as I settled with cocoa in hand,
I heard a faint buzzing roll over the land.
I stepped to the window and peered through the frostâ
What could it be, a forager that was lost?
Then out in the moonlight, so gentle and bright,
A sleigh dipped and drifted like a drone in mid-flight.
With a beekeeper driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a heartbeatâit must be St. Ambrosia!
His suit wasnât red but a fine canvas tan,
Smoke curls in the air from the torch in his hand.
He landed so softly near Hive Number Three,
Whispered, âEasy now girls⊠itâs only just me.â
He checked all the entrances, cleared out the dead bees,
Tapped gently on boxes and brushed off the leaves.
He lifted each lid with a seasoned-hand sway,
Not like any beekeeper but one of careful ways.
He chuckled, âStrong clusters you keep
Good weight on these hives.
Youâve done well this season keeper
these girls will survive.â
He sprinkled a dusting of magic bee treats,
They shimmered like snowflakes and smelled so sweet.
He left pollen patties all shaped like little bows,
And a tiny mite board with a ribbon of rose.
Then back to his sleigh, with a twirl and a glide,
He rose like a swarm on a warm springtime tide.
I heard him call out as he flew out of sightâ
âMerry Christmas, dear keepers,
and to all a good night!
May your queens stay healthy
and your honey flow bright!â
