Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The computers were hung by the chair with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of meat balls danced in their heads. Mom in her shoes and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Portrush there arose such a clatter, Kacper sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Kacper flew like a flash, tore open the microphone and threw up the sash. When what to Kacper 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Kacper knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Adam ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of hats and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Kacper heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Kacper drew back inside and was turning around, down the chair 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 as soot. A bundle of hats he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as gold as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the computers then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chair 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 Kacper heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Kacper and to Kacper Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The hats were hung by the cat with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sausages danced in their heads. Mom in her Harris tweed and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the mars there arose such a clatter, craig sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window craig flew like a flash, tore open the helmet and threw up the sash. When what to craig 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature UFO , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick craig knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now troy ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the chrismas tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a UFO full of screwdrivers and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling craig heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As craig drew back inside and was turning around, down the cat 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 as soot. A bundle of screwdrivers he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as red as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the hats then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the cat he rose. He sprang to his UFO, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But craig heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to craig and to craig Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The Books were hung by the Boat with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Pizza danced in their heads. Mom in her Jeans and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the New York there arose such a clatter, Peter sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Peter flew like a flash, tore open the Santa and threw up the sash. When what to Peter 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Car , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Peter knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Cameron ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the Eiffel Tower , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a Car full of Dolphin and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Peter heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Peter drew back inside and was turning around, down the Boat 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 as soot. A bundle of Dolphin he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like Rose , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as Pink as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the Books then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the Boat he rose. He sprang to his Car, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Peter heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Peter and to Peter Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The fake birds 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 mad turkeys danced in their heads. Mom in her shorts and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Poland there arose such a clatter, Alan sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Alan flew like a flash, tore open the sack and threw up the sash. When what to Alan 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Alan knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Cameron G ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the door , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of lights and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Alan heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Alan drew back inside 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 as soot. A bundle of lights he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like blue bells , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the fake birds 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 Alan heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Alan and to Alan Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The phones were hung by the rank with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of chinese danced in their heads. Mom in her tie and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the strike at karkand there arose such a clatter, laimonas sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window laimonas flew like a flash, tore open the cup and threw up the sash. When what to laimonas 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sh labragene 772 , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick laimonas knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now curtis ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the empire stats building , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sh labragene 772 full of swords and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling laimonas heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As laimonas drew back inside and was turning around, down the rank 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 as soot. A bundle of swords he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as pink as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the phones then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the rank he rose. He sprang to his sh labragene 772, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But laimonas heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to laimonas and to laimonas Good Night!.
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 fireplace with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of cookies danced in their heads. Mom in her dress and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Dollingstown there arose such a clatter, Chloe sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Chloe flew like a flash, tore open the sack and threw up the sash. When what to Chloe 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Chloe knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Gabby ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the christmas tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Chloe heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Chloe drew back inside and was turning around, down the fireplace 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 as soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as turkwise as the snow. 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 fireplace 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 Chloe heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Chloe and to Chloe Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The shirts were hung by the tiger with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of chips danced in their heads. Mom in her hat and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the forest there arose such a clatter, josh sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window josh flew like a flash, tore open the computer and threw up the sash. When what to josh 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick josh knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now simon ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the big ben , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of vases and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling josh heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As josh drew back inside and was turning around, down the tiger 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 as soot. A bundle of vases he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like bluebells , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as gold as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the shirts then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the tiger 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 josh heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to josh and to josh Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The piglets were hung by the food with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. Mom in her shorts and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the America there arose such a clatter, Rebecca sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Rebecca flew like a flash, tore open the bannana and threw up the sash. When what to Rebecca 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature plane , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Rebecca knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Kelsey ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a plane full of rabbits and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Rebecca heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Rebecca drew back inside and was turning around, down the food 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 as soot. A bundle of rabbits he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like lilies , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as multicoloured as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the piglets then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the food he rose. He sprang to his plane, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Rebecca heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Rebecca and to Rebecca Good Night!.
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The pencils were hung by the candle with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of burgers danced in their heads. Mom in her shoe and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the zatar wetlands there arose such a clatter, laimonas sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window laimonas flew like a flash, tore open the ds and threw up the sash. When what to laimonas 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature nrz872 spots car , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick laimonas knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now adam craig ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the ffunns hotel , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a nrz872 spots car full of chairs and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling laimonas heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As laimonas drew back inside and was turning around, down the candle 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 as soot. A bundle of chairs he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like daisey , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as pink as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the pencils then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the candle he rose. He sprang to his nrz872 spots car, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But laimonas heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to laimonas and to laimonas Good Night! by laimonas brazauskas thank you misster magowan for so much fun and thank you for this post :)...
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The computers were hung by the chair with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of meat balls danced in their heads. Mom in her shoes and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Portrush there arose such a clatter, Kacper sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Kacper flew like a flash, tore open the microphone and threw up the sash. When what to Kacper 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Kacper knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Adam ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of hats and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Kacper heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Kacper drew back inside and was turning around, down the chair 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 as soot. A bundle of hats he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as gold as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the computers then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chair 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 Kacper heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Kacper and to Kacper Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The hats were hung by the cat with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sausages danced in their heads. Mom in her Harris tweed and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the mars there arose such a clatter, craig sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window craig flew like a flash, tore open the helmet and threw up the sash. When what to craig 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature UFO , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick craig knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now troy ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the chrismas tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a UFO full of screwdrivers and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling craig heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As craig drew back inside and was turning around, down the cat 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 as soot. A bundle of screwdrivers he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as red as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the hats then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the cat he rose. He sprang to his UFO, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But craig heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to craig and to craig Good Night!.
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ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The Books were hung by the Boat with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Pizza danced in their heads. Mom in her Jeans and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the New York there arose such a clatter, Peter sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Peter flew like a flash, tore open the Santa and threw up the sash. When what to Peter 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Car , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Peter knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Cameron ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the Eiffel Tower , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a Car full of Dolphin and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Peter heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Peter drew back inside and was turning around, down the Boat 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 as soot. A bundle of Dolphin he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like Rose , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as Pink as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the Books then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the Boat he rose. He sprang to his Car, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Peter heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Peter and to Peter Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteWe had so much fun making this Christmas silly story thank you very much ;}
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ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The fake birds 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 mad turkeys danced in their heads. Mom in her shorts and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Poland there arose such a clatter, Alan sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Alan flew like a flash, tore open the sack and threw up the sash. When what to Alan 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Alan knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Cameron G ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the door , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of lights and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Alan heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Alan drew back inside 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 as soot. A bundle of lights he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like blue bells , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the fake birds 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 Alan heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Alan and to Alan Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The phones were hung by the rank with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of chinese danced in their heads. Mom in her tie and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the strike at karkand there arose such a clatter, laimonas sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window laimonas flew like a flash, tore open the cup and threw up the sash. When what to laimonas 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sh labragene 772 , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick laimonas knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now curtis ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the empire stats building , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sh labragene 772 full of swords and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling laimonas heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As laimonas drew back inside and was turning around, down the rank 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 as soot. A bundle of swords he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as pink as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the phones then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the rank he rose. He sprang to his sh labragene 772, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But laimonas heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to laimonas and to laimonas Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of cookies danced in their heads. Mom in her dress and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Dollingstown there arose such a clatter, Chloe sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Chloe flew like a flash, tore open the sack and threw up the sash. When what to Chloe 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Chloe knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Gabby ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the christmas tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Chloe heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Chloe drew back inside and was turning around, down the fireplace 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 as soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, 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 on his chin was as turkwise as the snow. 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 fireplace 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 Chloe heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Chloe and to Chloe Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The shirts were hung by the tiger with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of chips danced in their heads. Mom in her hat and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the forest there arose such a clatter, josh sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window josh flew like a flash, tore open the computer and threw up the sash. When what to josh 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick josh knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now simon ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the big ben , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of vases and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling josh heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As josh drew back inside and was turning around, down the tiger 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 as soot. A bundle of vases he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like bluebells , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as gold as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the shirts then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the tiger 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 josh heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to josh and to josh Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The piglets were hung by the food with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. Mom in her shorts and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the America there arose such a clatter, Rebecca sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Rebecca flew like a flash, tore open the bannana and threw up the sash. When what to Rebecca 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature plane , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Rebecca knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Kelsey ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the tree , to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all! As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a plane full of rabbits and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Rebecca heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Rebecca drew back inside and was turning around, down the food 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 as soot. A bundle of rabbits he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddlar, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like lilies , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as multicoloured as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the piglets then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the food he rose. He sprang to his plane, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Rebecca heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Rebecca and to Rebecca Good Night!.
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ReplyDeleteI had a go at this it was good.I hope you all had a merry christmas and a happy new year.
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