Monday, November 19, 2007

The Night Before Christmas (mad lib style)

You all did such a good job coming up with creative responses!
I compiled all the answers and here is what we have...

The Night before Christmas

'Twas the eon before Christmas, and all throught the hobbit hole,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a shark.
The mittens were hung by the armoire with care,
In hopes that St. Georgia soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of sugar-noodles danced in their toes.
And third cousin's brother-in-law in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the dishwasher to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
kicked open the shutters, and jumped up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-Renaissance to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a pretty McDonalds, and eight tiny dogs.

With a little old driver, so lively and bumpy,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Georgia.
More rapid than hyenas his dogs they came,
And he whistled, and ran, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Abraham! Now castle and Vixen!
On, Johnny Appleseed! On Duck Billed Platypus! On shirt and Blitzen
To the top of the Porch! To the top of the scrapbook room!
Now sneeze away! sneeze away! sneeze away all!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the armoire St. Georgia came with a bound.

His eyes--how they decided! His dimples, how crunchy!
His ears were like flowers, his spleen like cream of wheat!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the mittens, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his rib aside of his patella,
And giving a nod, up the armoire he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whisper,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exlaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good eon!"

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Emily said...

Hahahaha!! This is hilarious!

Jami said...

his spleen like cream of wheat???????????? Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!!! That was FUN!


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