S.F.W.
12-24-2014, 10:40 PM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forum
Not a creature was stirring, not even asyed;
The stockings were hung by the exhausts with care,
In hopes that St. loki soon would be there;
The post whores were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of car parts danced in their heads;
And mamma in her hoodie, and I in my toque,
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-washed 3
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature 3, and eight tiny speed 3's,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. loki.
More rapid than civics his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and honked, and called them by name;
"Now, Thrizzl3! now, SomeGuy! now, boyracer and rzapata!
On, Mr Wilson! on CelestSpeed3! on, Snotrocket and BlueStreak!
To the top of the garage! to the top of the driveway!
Now drive away! drive away! drive away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a speed bump, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the cars they flew,
With the mazda full of toys, and St. loki too.
And then, a backfire, I heard on the roof
The squealing and gripping of each little tire.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. loki came with a bound.
He was dressed all in apparel, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a member just opening his trunk.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like peaches(@FD22), his nose like a hella horn!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a GenPu Grin,
And the beard of his chin was as white as CWP;
The stump of a vape 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 bass rattled window.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old mod,
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 cars; 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 car, to his team gave a honk,
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!
Not a creature was stirring, not even asyed;
The stockings were hung by the exhausts with care,
In hopes that St. loki soon would be there;
The post whores were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of car parts danced in their heads;
And mamma in her hoodie, and I in my toque,
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-washed 3
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature 3, and eight tiny speed 3's,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. loki.
More rapid than civics his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and honked, and called them by name;
"Now, Thrizzl3! now, SomeGuy! now, boyracer and rzapata!
On, Mr Wilson! on CelestSpeed3! on, Snotrocket and BlueStreak!
To the top of the garage! to the top of the driveway!
Now drive away! drive away! drive away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a speed bump, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the cars they flew,
With the mazda full of toys, and St. loki too.
And then, a backfire, I heard on the roof
The squealing and gripping of each little tire.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. loki came with a bound.
He was dressed all in apparel, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a member just opening his trunk.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like peaches(@FD22), his nose like a hella horn!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a GenPu Grin,
And the beard of his chin was as white as CWP;
The stump of a vape 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 bass rattled window.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old mod,
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 cars; 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 car, to his team gave a honk,
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!