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Jan 3, 2011 18:35:50 GMT -5
Post by minerva on Jan 3, 2011 18:35:50 GMT -5
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the eon before Christmas, and all through the barn,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a horse.
The pantaloons were hung by the love seat with care,
In hopes that St. Holly soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their credenzas,
While visions of sugar-artichokes danced in their feet.
And fiance in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chaise lounge to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
ate open the shutters, and burned up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-morning to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a sparkly pajama pants, and eight tiny penguins.
With a little old driver, so lively and transparent,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Holly.
More rapid than lions his penguins they came,
And he whistled, and ran, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Shannon! Now, Sour Grape and Vixen!
On, Taylor Swift! On Puppy! On, Sock and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the banana!
Now soar away! Soar away! Soar away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the love seat St. Holly came with a bound.
His eyes -- how they jumped! His dimples, how fluffy!
His eyes were like chipmunks, his toe like a chocolate!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the pantaloons, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his liver aside of his elbow,
And giving a nod, up the love seat he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a quack,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good eon!"
'Twas the eon before Christmas, and all through the barn,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a horse.
The pantaloons were hung by the love seat with care,
In hopes that St. Holly soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their credenzas,
While visions of sugar-artichokes danced in their feet.
And fiance in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chaise lounge to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
ate open the shutters, and burned up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-morning to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a sparkly pajama pants, and eight tiny penguins.
With a little old driver, so lively and transparent,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Holly.
More rapid than lions his penguins they came,
And he whistled, and ran, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Shannon! Now, Sour Grape and Vixen!
On, Taylor Swift! On Puppy! On, Sock and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the banana!
Now soar away! Soar away! Soar away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the love seat St. Holly came with a bound.
His eyes -- how they jumped! His dimples, how fluffy!
His eyes were like chipmunks, his toe like a chocolate!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the pantaloons, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his liver aside of his elbow,
And giving a nod, up the love seat he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a quack,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good eon!"