Dec 16, 2011 11:58
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
c: nina fortner,
c: claire bennet,
c: the eleventh doctor,
!: dream,
c: namine
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yOu SpReAdInG sOmE wIcKeD WiLd FiReS oF RhYmE aCrOsS tHe MoThErFuCkIn NeTwOrK??
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I kInDa DiDn'T gEt ThAt MiDdLe PaRt AbOuT dEsIrInG bUt It'S cOoL.
yOu MiNd If ThIs WiCkEd ClOwN sHrEdS sOmE bEaTs WiTh YoUr JaMmInG, mOtHeRfUcKeR? :o)
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But by all means, if you feel so inspired.
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He replies in the only way he knows how. ]
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains 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.
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That's a fair few number of crimes just right there.
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...what's your name?
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Do you mean, Santa Claus?
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