'Twas the Night Before Christmas...

[past7]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma 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 bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

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 chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
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 with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, 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 drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

[past7]

[Më£ïñÐa]

i got a rated X version of that, i dont think i'll spoil the mood cus this is the closest i ever get to a REAL christmas...
*happy smiles

i feel so good right now....BAFG*

[Më£ïñÐa]

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[Më£ïñÐa]

I forgot to say sumthin up there....

I wanna get into a serious snow ball fight, for reals..
drive up in the mountains and get up into the ski town of RightWood..
and start throwin snow balls at everybody i see...
that looks funner than a squirt gun fight..
Happy Holidays.....s*

[past7]

Psssssttt! Mel! Lemme see that X-rated version, eh?

[Rant In EEE~Minor]

Mel.....I'd pelt you with snow balls till you were up to your eyes balls......and that's a promise..

[Myra]

Okay Mel its after christmas now you can post it *laffs*

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Everyone thinks i am insane.... all but my friends deep inside the earth......

[Më£ïñÐa]

oh!gosh! *lookin for it
hmmmmmmmmmm!
well its not X rated, its just sorta gross

twas the night before christmas and all thru the house ....
everyone felt shitty......
even the mouse....
mom at the whore house..
and dad smoking grass...
i'd just settled down with a nice piece of ass...
when out of on the lawn rose such a clatter...
sprung from my piece to see what was the matter
then out on the lawn i saw a big dick....
right then i knew it was good old saint nick..
he came down the chimney like a bat out of hell...
i knew in a moment the old fucker had fell...
he filled all our stockings with pretzels and beer..
and a big rubber dick for my brother the queer
he rose up the chimney with a thunderous fart......
the son of a bitch blew the chimney apart....
he swore and he cursed as he rode out of sight....
oh!shit! oh!fuck! i forgot to get the ending, is that alright???


*ducks