'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the grid....

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the grid
Not a creature was stirring, not even a kid;
The stockings were rez'ed by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Lindens soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While lovley residents gun for their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Lets just settled down befor she snaps,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I pan my camera to see what was the matter.
Away out the window I flew like a flash,
Tore though the shutters and though the sash.

The moon on the textured breasts of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to push-guns below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a the sim boundary, and eight fools , ow dear,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it. that they are getting a kick,
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Fool! now, idiot! now, twit
On, you run befor i get you you git
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now run away! run away! run 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,
They seemed mostly boys, but with a female too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little goof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney they came with a bound.

dressed all in black, from their head to their foot,
their clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of guns they had flung on their backs,
And they looked like a peddlers just opening their packs.

Each eye -- how they twinkled! their dimples how kerry!
Their cheeks were like roses, I bet none of them have lost their cherry!
their droll little hands was drawn up like a bow,
And the colour of his skin was as white as the lemon snow;

The stump of a gun they are going to get in their teeth,
And the smoke will encircled their heads like a wreath;
They had boad faces and a little round bellys,
That shook, when they laughed like a bowlful of jellys.

they were chubby and plump, just like fat elf's,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of their eyes and a twist of their heads,
Soon gave me to know I had smothing to dread;

they spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And raided all the stockings; then shot me like a jerk,
And laying their fingers inside of their noses,
And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose;

He sprang to the wind, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"HAPPY X-MAS TO ALL, And NEXT YEAR DON'T PUT UP A FIGHT"


Heh I know its crap but its still a bit of fun

LOL Splat that's great

Excellent!

Good one, Splat1

Full marks