'Twas the night before Christmas

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bubble

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The images were posted on the net with care,

In hopes that Sir Red Bubble soon would be there;

The artist’s were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of digital camera’s danced in their heads;

And mamma in her nighty, and I in mine,

Had just settled down for a night cap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the computer 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 luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature VW BUS,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Sir Red Bubble.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Peter! now, Jo! now, Paul and James!

On, Pilgrim! on Kath! on, James and Lindsay! And Xavier too!

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 bus full of editing tools, and Sir Red Bubble too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and dancing of each little foot.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Sir Red Bubble came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, (fake of course!) from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of cameras 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 bubble,

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 giant bubble;

He had a broad face and a little bubbled belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old fella,

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 bus, 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.”

'Twas the night before Christmas

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Just for fun, I hope you all enjoy!!!


fun christmas

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