'Twas the eon before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a kitty was stirring, not even a mouse;
The undies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. paul soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of seaweed danced in their heads.
And mom n 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 desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tossed open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-afternoon to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature train , and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so shiny and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. paul .
More rapid than walri his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and kicked, and called them by name!
Now Dasher! now, Johnny! now, Tommy and Vixen!
On, Elaine! On Christine! on, on luftwaffe and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now punch away! punch away! punch away all!
As dry phones 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 the train full of Toys, and St. paul 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 cupboard St. paul came with a bound.
He was dressed all in corduroy; from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with tupperwares and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a occupier, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they smiled! his foot how merry!
His pinkytoes were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His smelly little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as eroded as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad thigh and little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was fat 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 work,
And filled all the undies, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the cupboard 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 I heard him scream, 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy boxingday to all, and to all a good-night!
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I'm cool enough that I write madlib programs in Fortran on Christmas Eve. This one took quite a while to write... it was worth it though!
Not a kitty was stirring, not even a mouse;
The undies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. paul soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of seaweed danced in their heads.
And mom n 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 desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tossed open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-afternoon to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature train , and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so shiny and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. paul .
More rapid than walri his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and kicked, and called them by name!
Now Dasher! now, Johnny! now, Tommy and Vixen!
On, Elaine! On Christine! on, on luftwaffe and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now punch away! punch away! punch away all!
As dry phones 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 the train full of Toys, and St. paul 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 cupboard St. paul came with a bound.
He was dressed all in corduroy; from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with tupperwares and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a occupier, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they smiled! his foot how merry!
His pinkytoes were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His smelly little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as eroded as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad thigh and little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was fat 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 work,
And filled all the undies, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the cupboard 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 I heard him scream, 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy boxingday to all, and to all a good-night!
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I'm cool enough that I write madlib programs in Fortran on Christmas Eve. This one took quite a while to write... it was worth it though!
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