the night before ,
through the house
Not a creature
was stirring, not even a mouse;
were still stored with care,
that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
& children were nestled all snug in their beds,
of presents danced in their heads;
in her Victoria Secret,
only in his cap,
settled down for a long autumn's nap,
on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
the window they flew like a flash,
the shutters and threw up the sash.
on the breast of the new-fallen leaves
lustre of mid-day to objects below,
to their wondering eyes should appear,
empty miniature sleigh, and eight sad reindeer,
With a little
old driver, so thin and lookin' like a stick,
. . . . . can this be St. Nick. he looked sick
than molasses his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
now, Angie! now, Brian and Patti!
Chris! on Jennie! on, Andy and Kacie!
your desk, get your pad & pen, don't stall!
Or I will.
. . dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves
that before the wild hurricane fly,
meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to
the sky did the coursers fly,
sleigh devoid of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
dragging of each little hoof.
while they were preparing to write,
the chimney St. Nicholas
He was dressed
all in fur, from his head to his foot,
clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
bundle he had flung on his back,
looked like a pauper just opening his pack.
-- not a twinkle!
how they drooped!
were now gaunt,
with you poops?!?!?!!
little mouth was drawn up
had just gotten a blow,
his face was as pale as week old snow;
of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
a broad face and a little round belly,
when he cried like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby
and plump, a sad rolly old elf,
they shuttered when they saw him, for they knew
in his eye and a tilt of his head,
them to know they had something to dread;
not a word, for he had no work,
could not fill the stockings; he said, What "jerks",
his finger aside of his nose,
giving a nod, up the chimney slowly he rose;
sadly climbed into his sleigh,
team gave a little whistle,
away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
. . . maybe next year . . . . . ,
AND TO ALL