Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
(REMIX)
Twas the night before her new life, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even herself.
The laugndry was washed and hung with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The pets were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dog bones and kat nip danced in their heads.
And her husband in his Pj's, and her with a book in her lap,
She had just settled herrself down for a long nights nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She sat up in her bed to hear what was the matter.
Away she crept to the window she snuck like a mouse,
Opened the shutters and looked around the house.
The moon shining brightly showing off the new-fallen snow,
And the lust of the night with the wind below.
When to her sight, but what should appear?
But a little small elf and a sleigh with eight mini reindeer.
The little trinket holding a old driver, and within a bling so quick,
She knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More feirce the winds the movements they came,
The trinket came to life and St Nick shouted all by their name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
She looked with astonishment she blinked away tears to see as he flew away in a fly
When he met with an obstacle out the window, to mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the trinket had flew,
With a sleigh full of joys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a moment, she heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
She drew in her head, and had turned 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 wonders 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 little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard at his chin was as white as the snow.
The long 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 she laughed when she saw him, in spite of her old self!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the whole room with life and color, 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 holler
And up they all flew like the dog off the coller.
But she heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Have great life to all, and to all a good-night!"
Then there in a flash, and within' a wink
She had seen him dissapear, she had never to think.
There in her hand some thing lay with a small little twinkle,
The trinket with old St Nick his eyes so bright he never had a flaw not even a wrinkle.
Her husband arose as the sun came up, to know that within a week
He wraped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.
They went down stairs to see the presents all wrapped and tucked under the tree,
Neither admtted to run to the store to buy gifts in a flee.
She knew in that instant that life had began
She and her husband went our for a walk as her pets flew an ran.
Life was simply perfect with the start of a new begining, with a loudly band.
His fingers intertwined with her she knew there could be nothing bad to happen with him in her hand.
Hahahahaha So some of the story isn't all changed but i like this new version. It suites me, :)
Anyway one last post for the night coming right up..
Your Wacky Little Writer,
Star :)
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