|
|
Merry Chirstmas Obby!
|
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The medals were hung by the prop with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The fanpoppers nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of candy canes danced in their heads.
Debs in her Santa hat and Spotty in her cap,
had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the United Kingdom there arose such a clatter,
Hazel sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Hazel flew like a flash,
tore open the message and threw up the sash.
When what to Hazel 's wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature gondola , and eight tiny reindeer,
with a little old driver so lively and quick,
Hazel knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
|
Invite friend
Join this Club
write article
