'Twas The Night Before Christmas....
12-24-2013, 02:52 PM
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'Twas The Night Before Christmas....
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)
'Twas The Night Before Christmas - HHR Style.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for the computer 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 X-Boxes danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘sweats, and I in my Dale Sr. cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the driveway there arose such a rumble,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew with a stumble,
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 bright red HHR SS, and eight tough looking reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than Corvettes his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Chevelle! now, Chevette! now, Corvair and Vega!
On, Camaro! On, Malibu! On, Impala and Citation!
To the top of the carport! 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 an HHR full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas 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 Toys 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 bow,
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 wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was 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.
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 ride, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a turbocharged missle.
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 - HHR Style.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for the computer 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 X-Boxes danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘sweats, and I in my Dale Sr. cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the driveway there arose such a rumble,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew with a stumble,
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 bright red HHR SS, and eight tough looking reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than Corvettes his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Chevelle! now, Chevette! now, Corvair and Vega!
On, Camaro! On, Malibu! On, Impala and Citation!
To the top of the carport! 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 an HHR full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas 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 Toys 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 bow,
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 wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was 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.
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 ride, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a turbocharged missle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
12-24-2013, 03:31 PM
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