Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a computer was stirring, not even your mouse
Kate’s stockings were slung by the chimney with care
In hopes that the pilot soon would be there.
Misssy and Emma were nestled snug in their beds
While visions of contracts danced in their heads.
Shanta in her ‘kerchief, and Pat in her cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Scarlet sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window she flew with a dash,
Flung back the curtains, and gave Santa a flash.
As Moonrat nibbled dumplings in the new snow,
VodkaMom’s martinis gave lustre to all down below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and some partying dears.
With wild looking drivers, so lively and fun,
They knew in a moment it must be Donn, JES and Son.
More rapid than eagles the bloggers they came,
And they whistled, and commented, and called out their names!
"Yo Rowena! yo, Marta! yo, Natasha and Mary!
Hey, Pseudo! Hey, Megan! Hey Magpie and D’Arcy!
To the top of the house! to the top of the wall!
Party on Lindsay! Party on Charlotte! Party on all!
"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Dan parked his Simplicity cycle to mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the bloggers they flew,
With a sleigh full of cocktails, and Mrs P too.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the terrace
A jazz riff as Shelly flicked on some Miles Davis.
As Scarlet drew in her head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Gorilla Bananas leapt with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And he was all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked rather saucy, just opening his sack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Had Christmas come early for this little cherry?
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled up the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
They sprang to the sleigh, to the team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But we heard them exclaim, ‘ere they drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas all bloggers, and to all a good-night!"
To everyone who has visited and made WKDN what it is with their wonderful comments this year (sorry if I’ve missed anyone!) – THANK YOU! Thank you for subscribing, reading, all your feedback. This has become the most extraordinary global writer's group and I for one am becoming a better writer because of it.
Happy Christmas – may 2009 be our best year yet.
TODAY’S PROMPT: For anyone who loves the original 40’s version, why not settle back by the fire and enjoy the video clip (mince pie and scotch for Santa, carrot for Rudolf at the ready …) To borrow one of my favourite comic's taglines: Goodnight, thank you, and may your god go with you (Dave Allen) x