Post by Yaoiboy on Dec 23, 2008 18:34:12 GMT -6
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Siren;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Marco soon would be there;
Eva and Nemo were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Concerts danced in their heads;
And Tarja 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 Wolves,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Marco.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and Roared, and called them by name;
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen!
On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Doner and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" (What, you couldn't hear that?)
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 poems, and Marco too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Marco 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 Axes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a demon just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they glowered! his dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like corpses, his nose like a beak!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a snarrel,
And the beard of his chin was as twisted and braided;
He was lean and evil, a right freaky old monster,
And I cowered when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, (I think he flipped me off.)
Soon gave me to know I had all things 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,
"Wish I had an angel; yeah ****er yeah!!"
I'm bad! ;D
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Siren;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Marco soon would be there;
Eva and Nemo were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Concerts danced in their heads;
And Tarja 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 Wolves,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Marco.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and Roared, and called them by name;
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen!
On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Doner and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" (What, you couldn't hear that?)
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 poems, and Marco too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Marco 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 Axes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a demon just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they glowered! his dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like corpses, his nose like a beak!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a snarrel,
And the beard of his chin was as twisted and braided;
He was lean and evil, a right freaky old monster,
And I cowered when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, (I think he flipped me off.)
Soon gave me to know I had all things 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,
"Wish I had an angel; yeah ****er yeah!!"
I'm bad! ;D