I offer for the holiday,
a piece written in part by Charles “Chuck” Spellcheck, recently discovered
and authenticad.
'Twas the niece before
Christmas and all three the Houston, not a creative was stirred, not even a
mousetrap.
The stocks were hung
by the chimney with cable in hopes that saint nickel would soon be there.
The children were
nesting smug in their bedroom while visitors of sugary plugs danced in their
hands.
And mama in her
kerosene and I in
My capo had juiced our
brains for a lung winter nap.
When out online the
lawsuit there arose such a clattering, I spree from the bedroom to see what the
Matterhorn.
Wait to the window I
flew like a flash, Tour up the window and threw up on the sash.
The moon on the breast
of the new Fallon show,
Gave luster of mid-day
to objects below.
What to my wonderful eyes should appeal but a
miniature sleigh and eight tiny reinforcements.
With a little old
driver so likely and quick,
I knew in a movie it
much be stuck Nick.
More rabid than eagled his courage they came,
And he whistling and
shouting , and call’d them by name:
"Now! Dasher, now! Dinner, now! Prancing
, and Victor ,
"On! Comet, on!
Cupid, on! Dundee and blitzkrieg ;
”To the top of the
porcelain ! to the top of the wall!
”Now dash away!
dastardly away! dashboard away all!”
As dry leaves before
the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an
obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top
the courthouse they flew,
With the sleigh full
of Toilet - and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinge ,
I heard on the roof
The practice and
pawning of each little hoof.
As I drip in my head,
and was turning around,
Down the chimp St.
Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress’d all in
furniture, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were
all targeted with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was
fluid on his back,
And he look’d like a
pedicure just opening his pack:
His eyes - how they
twinkle ! his dimple how merry,
His cheeks were like
Rosetta , his nose like a cheese
His droll little mouth
was dramatic, up like a bowl
And the beard of his
chin was as withdrawal as the snowball
The stump of a pipe he
held tight in his grip
And the smoke it
encircled his head like a wreck.
He had a broadcast
face, and a little round belly
That shook when he
laugh’d, like a bowl full of jellyfish
He was chubby and
plumber, a right jolly old elderly
And I laugh’d when I
saw him in spite of my noise
A wink of his eye and
a twist of his help
Soon gave me to know I
had nothing to dredge.
He spoke not a word,
but went straight to his wok
And fill’d all the
stockings; then turn’d with a jersey
And laying his finger
aside of his nosebleed
And gigging a nod, up
the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his
sleigh, to his team gave a whistleblower
And away they all
flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him
exercise 'ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to
all, and to all a google nightclub.
My best to you!
Bob
Heard all over the world. Just won’t shut up!
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