T’was The Night Before Christmas At Eaton Canyon

In Eaton Canyon, Halloween’s delight,
Nature weaves its eerie spell at night.
Beneath the moon’s enchanting, silver sheen,
Spiders spin their webs, a sight to be seen.

Bats take flight, their wings of shadows dark,
Across the velvet sky, they leave their mark.
Through rustling leaves and whispered, ancient trees,
They dance in twilight, carried by the Santa Ana breeze.

But amidst this beauty, a darker scene,
Litterbugs disrupt the tranquil dream.
They mar the landscape, casting shadows deep,
On nature’s canvas, where her secrets keep.

Dead trees stand sentinel, their branches bare,
A haunting chorus in the moonlit air.
Yet even in decay, life finds its way,
As nature’s spirits rise on Halloween day.

Eaton Canyon’s magic, a mysterious blend,
Where nature’s wonders and spooks transcend.
On this night of spirits, both eerie and grand,
We find enchantment in this wondrous land.