‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the park; Many creatures were stirring, even a moose, (meece?) umm, moose; Some pinecones were hanging from a tree with care, As a family of deer soon would be there (to eat the pinecones, obviously); The marmots were nestled all snug in their burrows, while visions of Alan (or Steve) danced in their heads; AAALLLANN!!! And Mamma bear in her den, with two cubs nearby, had just settled down for a long winter’s nap. (You’re gonna have to hold it, kiddo.) When out on the trail there arose such a clatter as the bears sprang from their sleep in hopes of a holiday dinner platter. Away to the window (bear dens can have windows, it was in their budget), they flew like a flash, soaring like the salmon and landing with a splash. The moon reflected on fallen snow that gave the luster of mid-day to sleep-deprived bears below, When, what to the bear’s wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, err caribou. (S...