Twas the night before SiPmas :)

[VeronicaPace]

With apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr.

Twas the night before SiPmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Feddie (that louse!)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that Francine would get a jar full of Dares

Fran, Dave and Kat were nestled all snug in their beds
With visions of their love dancing in their heads
Joe in his briefs, Casey and her nightcap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap

When out of the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Shot open the window and threw up the sash.

The glimpse of a huge shadow on the new-fallen snow
Gave a sense of fear to the tenants below,
When, what did you think I did see,
But my favrourite half-sister, her name
Tambi!

With an air of authority about her ,
I knew then I should give her some shelter.
More rapid than Freddie to Fran's new address,
Came in Tambi to relieve her stress:

"Gone, NERDCOM! GONE, PACKARD-YERR! now, my FREEDOM and my beloved SISTER!
Out, FREDDIE! Out DAVID! In, Drambuie and more liquids!
To the fluffy old couch! To the sales at the mall!
Rest go away! Go away! And have a great ball!

Best of the Christmas season to you all,
have a restful and enjoyable holiday

Hugs
Veronica



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"It's hard to explain really but the feeling CHANGED me somehow.
I elt...mmmm...EMPOWERED!
Yes that's it. EMPOWERED!"
-Veronica becomes chummy with Francine

[MRsully]

hey veronica...just looking around this kick@$$ website and realize i have no idea what i'm doing...any tips how to navigate this damn thing so i can partake in all this wonderful sip activity...
1st time really using computer! AAgh!

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[Mibbitmaker]

I liked the poem parody, too.

[VeronicaPace]

It's fairly simple.
Just use "post" to start a new topic, then follow all the grey icons and so on.
SO after you are done typing, hit "submit reply" etc...

Navigate the site by clicking on the folders on top. I recommend the SIPStore so you can read reviews of the issues, the Characters so you can find out more about some of the main characters (and hopefully later some of the more interesting characters like Tambi, moi, Fran's mom, Brad, etc Sorry The Cartoonist, had to try )

Enjoy your stay and have some Oreos!

Hugs,
Veronica


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"It's hard to explain really but the feeling CHANGED me somehow.
I elt...mmmm...EMPOWERED!
Yes that's it. EMPOWERED!"
-Veronica becomes chummy with Francine

[MRsully]

Thanks V...alraedy familiar, highly, with the characters...just nosing around here to see how ather readers feel about Terry's work...thanks for the heads up and hey, great poem...

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[frosti]

Wow! Now I'm full of SIP cheer! I'm really suprised you didn't Veronica in there though.


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[VeronicaPace]

Veronica's not a "happy" person

Plus there are rumours she is deceased

Merry Christmas all

Veronica



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"It's hard to explain really but the feeling CHANGED me somehow.
I elt...mmmm...EMPOWERED!
Yes that's it. EMPOWERED!"
-Veronica becomes chummy with Francine

[frosti]

ya. I've heard those "rumors".

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[fallingstarre]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="comic sans ms, jester, Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by VeronicaPace:
With apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr.

Twas the night before SiPmas, when all through the house . . .
Hugs
Veronica

<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Very nice, and inspiring:

'Twas the night before SiPmas, or perhaps a bit later,
Not a creature was stirring, (Terry's no animator);
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
All Francine's, since they're something Katchoo just won't wear;

Kixie was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of strawberry cake in her heads;
Francine's mom in her 'kerchief, and her uncle, quite soused,
Had just staggered out, the lights were all doused,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I hit the ground running to see what was the matter.
Pointed my pistol at the window where I saw a flash,
and winged Freddie Femur with a camera at Francine's sash.

His body on the ground, with a pathetic moan
Gave proof that his character hadn't grown,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my sister Tambi in combat gear,

We hauled the blooded sheep through the door with a bump,
and David got to work bandaging his rump.
More rapid than eagles came the rest of the crew,
to see the stalker that everyone knew;

"Now, MARGIE! now, JOE! now, CASEY, that vixen!
On, ASHLEY! on KOO! dreams of FRANCINE, so bewitchen!
haul Freddie to the mantle! hang him from that wall!
Let him wonder if we'll take him down before he does fall!"

Then with feline steps, Francine saunters down,
and her ire mounts as she examines the high tethered clown,
So off to the wood-pile then the fireplace she flew,
and lit up a welcome for Freddie there too.

And then, in a twinkling, the fire rose high
and the sweat from that roasting pig rose to the sky.
And just as Freddie's pleading were again to resound,
Down the chimney St. Terry came with a bound.

He was dressed all in a SIP shirt, with Francine, David and I,
And he put out the fire, then winking his eye;
Examined Freddie, the present we had left for that elf,
And exclaimed that he much preferred oreo's himself.

He handed out presents to all who were there
To Joe some back issues so he'd be aware
To David a backbone, to shield from him from abuse
To Casey, some victoria's secret to shake her caboose

To Freddie, a restraining order, which he'd understand,
To Tambi a heat seeking missile, which she thought was grand;
To Francine a magic eight ball to make up her mind
and to me, some valium (I need to unwind)

I went up to ask him if the future he wrote,
was inevitable? will Fran and I miss the boat?
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned to that jerk,
And putting his fingers inside of Freddie's nose,
Gave a quick yank, as up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he returned to his wife,
"HAPPY SIPMAS TO ALL, AND FREDDIE, GO GET A LIFE!"



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A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. -Alexander Pope



[This message has been edited by fallingstarre (edited December 26, 2001).]

[VeronicaPace]

That was wonderful, and very funny!
Bravo!

Hugs,
Veronica


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"It's hard to explain really but the feeling CHANGED me somehow.
I elt...mmmm...EMPOWERED!
Yes that's it. EMPOWERED!"
-Veronica becomes chummy with Francine