Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys were hung by the bell 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 cloak and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Lurgan there arose such a clatter, Ryan sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Ryan flew like a flash, tore open the bird and threw up the sash. When what to Ryan 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature car , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Ryan 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 Peter ! 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 car full of shoes and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Ryan heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Ryan drew back inside and was turning around, down the bell 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 shoes 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 blue as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the bell 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 Ryan heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Ryan and to Ryan 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 computer's were hung by the TV with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Burger's danced in their heads. Mom in her t-shirt and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Scotland there arose such a clatter, Katie sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Katie flew like a flash, tore open the chimmney and threw up the sash. When what to Katie 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Santa's sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Katie 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 Rachel ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the lamppost , 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 Santa's sleigh full of car's and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Katie heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Katie drew back inside and was turning around, down the TV 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 car's 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 snowdrops , 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 computer's then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the TV he rose. He sprang to his Santa's sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Katie heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Katie and to Katie Good Night!.
On Christmas day I was at my nanny's house getting my Christmas dinner. I was playing with my ipod. It was getting dark. I looked out the window I saw this red light, it was Rudolf's nose! He came crashing through the window. He was hurt so I decided to give him some carrots to help him get better. Santa thanked me then flew away on his slay shouting "HO HO HO!"
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys were hung by the doll with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of turkeys danced in their heads. Mom in her scarf and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the my house there arose such a clatter, Rachel sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Rachel flew like a flash, tore open the book and threw up the sash. When what to Rachel 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Rachel 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 Katie and Amber ! 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 puddings and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Rachel heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Rachel drew back inside and was turning around, down the doll 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 puddings 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 lily , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as purple as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the doll 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 Rachel heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Rachel and to Rachel Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys were hung by the ball with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of carrots danced in their heads. Mom in her scarf and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Lurgan there arose such a clatter, Lauren sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Lauren flew like a flash, tore open the computer and threw up the sash. When what to Lauren 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature bus , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Lauren 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 Bethany ! 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 bus full of lamps and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Lauren heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Lauren drew back inside and was turning around, down the ball 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 lamps 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 blue as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the ball 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 Lauren heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Lauren and to Lauren 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 cracker were hung by the raindeeer with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of pudding danced in their heads. Mom in her scarf and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Largan 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 stocking and threw up the sash. When what to Peter 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature slay , 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 Luke ! 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 slay full of sack 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 raindeeer 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 sack 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 blue as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the cracker then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the raindeeer he rose. He sprang to his slay, 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 teddys were hung by the snowman with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of beans danced in their heads. Mom in her t-shirt and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the roof 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 stocking and threw up the sash. When what to chloe 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature bus , 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 jane ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the house , 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 bus full of stars 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 snowman 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 stars 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 daisys , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as purple as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the teddys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the snowman 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 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 stockings were hung by the rudoff with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of turkey danced in their heads. Mom in her pyjamas and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the garden there arose such a clatter, Natasha sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Natasha flew like a flash, tore open the paper and threw up the sash. When what to Natasha 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature train , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Natasha 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 Sophie ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the curtians , 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 train full of clocks and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Natasha heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Natasha drew back inside and was turning around, down the rudoff 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 clocks 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 red 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 rudoff he rose. He sprang to his train, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Natasha heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Natasha and to Natasha 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 toys were hung by the bin with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of mins pies danced in their heads. Mom in her boots and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the garden there arose such a clatter, madR sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window madR flew like a flash, tore open the tea mug and threw up the sash. When what to madR 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature bike , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick madR 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 Jane ! 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 bike full of plates and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling madR heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As madR drew back inside and was turning around, down the bin 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 plates 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 poppys , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as green as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the bin he rose. He sprang to his bike, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But madR heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to madR and to madR Good Night!.
Thank you for playing this game. Merry Christmas! By Rachel and the thing linked to the blog.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The doors were hung by the ship with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of beans danced in their heads. Mom in her pants and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the grave yard there arose such a clatter, Amber sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Amber flew like a flash, tore open the tv and threw up the sash. When what to Amber 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature lorry , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Amber 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 Rachel ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the 10 foot person , 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 lorry full of santas and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Amber heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Amber drew back inside and was turning around, down the ship 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 santas 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 sun flowers , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as sliver as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the doors then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the ship he rose. He sprang to his lorry, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Amber heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Amber and to Amber Good Night!.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys were hung by the bell 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 cloak and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Lurgan there arose such a clatter, Ryan sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Ryan flew like a flash, tore open the bird and threw up the sash. When what to Ryan 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature car , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Ryan 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 Peter ! 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 car full of shoes and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Ryan heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Ryan drew back inside and was turning around, down the bell 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 shoes 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 blue as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the bell 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 Ryan heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Ryan and to Ryan Good Night!.
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Thank you for playing this game. Merry Christmas!
It is really funny
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The computer's were hung by the TV with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Burger's danced in their heads. Mom in her t-shirt and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Scotland there arose such a clatter, Katie sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Katie flew like a flash, tore open the chimmney and threw up the sash. When what to Katie 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Santa's sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Katie 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 Rachel ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the lamppost , 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 Santa's sleigh full of car's and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Katie heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Katie drew back inside and was turning around, down the TV 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 car's 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 snowdrops , 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 computer's then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the TV he rose. He sprang to his Santa's sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Katie heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Katie and to Katie Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteOn Christmas day I was at my nanny's house getting my Christmas dinner. I was playing with my ipod. It was getting dark. I looked out the window I saw this red light, it was Rudolf's nose! He came crashing through the window. He was hurt so I decided to give him some carrots to help him get better. Santa thanked me then flew away on his slay shouting "HO HO HO!"
ReplyDeleteIt is Christmas,
ReplyDeleteit is cold,
it is a joyful time.
The carol singers are here,
and Jack Frost too,
soon Santa and presents to.
Turkeys and crackers and cards is what we are seeing now,
lots of gifts being past around from friend to friend.
But the real meaning of Christmas is that baby Jesus was born,
so celebrate, be merry, be glad because Jesus was born for you.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys were hung by the doll with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of turkeys danced in their heads. Mom in her scarf and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the my house there arose such a clatter, Rachel sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Rachel flew like a flash, tore open the book and threw up the sash. When what to Rachel 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Rachel 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 Katie and Amber ! 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 puddings and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Rachel heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Rachel drew back inside and was turning around, down the doll 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 puddings 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 lily , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as purple as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the doll 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 Rachel heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Rachel and to Rachel 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 toys were hung by the ball with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of carrots danced in their heads. Mom in her scarf and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Lurgan there arose such a clatter, Lauren sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Lauren flew like a flash, tore open the computer and threw up the sash. When what to Lauren 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature bus , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Lauren 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 Bethany ! 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 bus full of lamps and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Lauren heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Lauren drew back inside and was turning around, down the ball 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 lamps 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 blue as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the ball 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 Lauren heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Lauren and to Lauren Good Night!.
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Thank you for playing this game. Merry Christmas!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The cracker were hung by the raindeeer with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of pudding danced in their heads. Mom in her scarf and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the Largan 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 stocking and threw up the sash. When what to Peter 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature slay , 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 Luke ! 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 slay full of sack 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 raindeeer 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 sack 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 blue as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the cracker then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the raindeeer he rose. He sprang to his slay, 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!.
ReplyDeleteTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The teddys were hung by the snowman with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of beans danced in their heads. Mom in her t-shirt and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the roof 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 stocking and threw up the sash. When what to chloe 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature bus , 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 jane ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the house , 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 bus full of stars 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 snowman 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 stars 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 daisys , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as purple as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the teddys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the snowman 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 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 stockings were hung by the rudoff with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of turkey danced in their heads. Mom in her pyjamas and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the garden there arose such a clatter, Natasha sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Natasha flew like a flash, tore open the paper and threw up the sash. When what to Natasha 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature train , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Natasha 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 Sophie ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the curtians , 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 train full of clocks and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Natasha heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Natasha drew back inside and was turning around, down the rudoff 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 clocks 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 red 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 rudoff he rose. He sprang to his train, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Natasha heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Natasha and to Natasha Good Night!.
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Thank you for playing this game. Merry Christmas!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The toys were hung by the bin with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of mins pies danced in their heads. Mom in her boots and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the garden there arose such a clatter, madR sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window madR flew like a flash, tore open the tea mug and threw up the sash. When what to madR 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature bike , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick madR 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 Jane ! 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 bike full of plates and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling madR heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As madR drew back inside and was turning around, down the bin 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 plates 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 poppys , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as green as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the toys then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the bin he rose. He sprang to his bike, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But madR heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to madR and to madR Good Night!.
ReplyDeleteThank you for playing this game. Merry Christmas! By Rachel and the thing linked to the blog.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The doors were hung by the ship with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of beans danced in their heads. Mom in her pants and Dad in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the grave yard there arose such a clatter, Amber sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window Amber flew like a flash, tore open the tv and threw up the sash. When what to Amber 's wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature lorry , and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick Amber 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 Rachel ! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the 10 foot person , 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 lorry full of santas and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling Amber heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Amber drew back inside and was turning around, down the ship 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 santas 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 sun flowers , his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as sliver as the snow. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the doors then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the ship he rose. He sprang to his lorry, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But Amber heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to Amber and to Amber Good Night!.
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