S.F.W.
12-25-2015, 12:31 AM
a little late but anyway
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forum
Not a creature was stirring, not even a post whore;
The stockings were hung by the exhausts with care,
In hopes that St. Biz soon would be there;
The newbs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new mods 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 freshly waxed 3
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature speed3, and eight tiny 3's,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Jeff-TheBiz.
More rapid than ricers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and honked, and called them by name;
"Now, Natspriceless now, Switzah! now, ChristinaD and jenuine!
On, Juliavitale! on stupiducky! on, Carladylisa and mazdabetty!
To the top of the garage! to the top of the driveway!
Now race away! race away! race 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 mazdas full of toys, and St. Biz too.
And then, an exhaust rev, I heard on the roof
The squealing and gripping of each little mazda.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Biz came with a bound.
He was dressed all in apparel, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with motor 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 an open mouth grill Grin,
And the beard of his chin was as white as CWP;
The stump of an exhaust 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!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forum
Not a creature was stirring, not even a post whore;
The stockings were hung by the exhausts with care,
In hopes that St. Biz soon would be there;
The newbs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new mods 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 freshly waxed 3
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature speed3, and eight tiny 3's,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Jeff-TheBiz.
More rapid than ricers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and honked, and called them by name;
"Now, Natspriceless now, Switzah! now, ChristinaD and jenuine!
On, Juliavitale! on stupiducky! on, Carladylisa and mazdabetty!
To the top of the garage! to the top of the driveway!
Now race away! race away! race 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 mazdas full of toys, and St. Biz too.
And then, an exhaust rev, I heard on the roof
The squealing and gripping of each little mazda.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Biz came with a bound.
He was dressed all in apparel, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with motor 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 an open mouth grill Grin,
And the beard of his chin was as white as CWP;
The stump of an exhaust 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!