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Changed it a bit. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a Prussian was stirring, not even a DocterS;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nikolaus soon would be there;The recruits were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of women danced in their heads;And Millander in his shako, 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 from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nik.More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;"Now, BETA! now, JORVASKER! now, MACK! and ZACK!On, COCONUT! on DARTH! on, GOONER! and SLICK!To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"As dry leaves 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 sleigh full of toys, and St. Nikolaus too.And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,Down the chimney St. Nikolaus came with a bound.He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,And he looked like a peddler 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 of his chin was as white as the snow;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.He was chubby 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 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 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 I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"(See what I did there?)
Wow where am i, everyone knows Q is best NA (with rockets)
Quote from: The_Q_Man on December 24, 2012, 10:13:56 pmWow where am i, everyone knows Q is best NA (with rockets)Q only rhymes with spew, you, foo and doodoo ironically enough
I don't trust anything but pizza from a pizza place.
Merry Christmas to all of you! And to all, a good night!
Merry Christmas from the 91st!
Of course, I also think lines should be able to move in double rank without having emotional breakdowns.
