merry christmas
‘Twas the day of Christmas, when all through place,
all the creatures were stirring, Jay with a goofy grin on his face.
The stockings were hung by the chimney without pay,
Let’s face it this stocking thing doesn’t make sense anyway.
The people were nestled all snug in their beds,
or sofas or superchairs next to their heads.
And Kris in his room and I on Myspace,
had just settle our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the hallways there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like The Flash,
tore open the bolt, threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of that hottie named Snow,
gave the lust of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Will trying to break in to my place rather queer.
With a little screwdriver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment my bomb had reached it’s last tick.
Who else if with you, Who else with came,
and he whined and shouted and called them by name:
Now Jack! Now Jim!
Now, Shawn and Joe!
On, Ashley! Oh, Andy!
On, Mark and Ben!
To the top of his complex!
To the top of his wall!
Now barrel roll! barrel roll!
barrel roll all!
As dry leaves before the wild people crush,
when they meet with obstacle, mount and they rush
so up to A-10 the coursers they flew,
with many more friends together too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
the prancing and prying at the opposite floor.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Will bust open the ceiling with his head so round.
We was dressed in camo, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot.
A gaggle of friends he had round his back,
and he looked like santa just opening his pack.
He used to be chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
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.
Round him were so many friends, to many to count,
and they all looked like they were ready to shout.
So I unplugged my ears, so I could hear right,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Merry Christmas everyone, from me and mine to you and yours. Stay safe and I’ll see you on the 30th.
all the creatures were stirring, Jay with a goofy grin on his face.
The stockings were hung by the chimney without pay,
Let’s face it this stocking thing doesn’t make sense anyway.
The people were nestled all snug in their beds,
or sofas or superchairs next to their heads.
And Kris in his room and I on Myspace,
had just settle our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the hallways there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like The Flash,
tore open the bolt, threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of that hottie named Snow,
gave the lust of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Will trying to break in to my place rather queer.
With a little screwdriver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment my bomb had reached it’s last tick.
Who else if with you, Who else with came,
and he whined and shouted and called them by name:
Now Jack! Now Jim!
Now, Shawn and Joe!
On, Ashley! Oh, Andy!
On, Mark and Ben!
To the top of his complex!
To the top of his wall!
Now barrel roll! barrel roll!
barrel roll all!
As dry leaves before the wild people crush,
when they meet with obstacle, mount and they rush
so up to A-10 the coursers they flew,
with many more friends together too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
the prancing and prying at the opposite floor.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Will bust open the ceiling with his head so round.
We was dressed in camo, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot.
A gaggle of friends he had round his back,
and he looked like santa just opening his pack.
He used to be chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
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.
Round him were so many friends, to many to count,
and they all looked like they were ready to shout.
So I unplugged my ears, so I could hear right,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Merry Christmas everyone, from me and mine to you and yours. Stay safe and I’ll see you on the 30th.