You've Got To Laugh Haven't You?
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'Twas the night of AB Christmas, when all through the house
Not a khandro creature was stirring, not even a Maggiebee;
Weecalf’s stockings were hung by the chimney with TTT care,
In hopes that St. Ed soon would be teacher1 there;
Mozzy troll ripping and tearinghair,
The ABers were nestled all steg in their Lottie beds;
While visions of morea-plums danced in their kwillmot heads;
And Elliemay in her 'kerchief, and I in my JTH cap,
Had just settled our Johnny brains for a long Arksided nap,
When out on rowan’s balcony there arose such a Lady J clatter,
I sprang from my untitled bed to see what mushroom was the matter.
Away to the dave50 window I flew like a Hazlinny flash,
Tore open the sandy shutters and threw up her jno sash.
The *** moon on the Naomi breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a tilly lustre of midday to gully’s left-handed objects below,
When, Holy Ellipsis, what to my wondering mallyh eyes did appear,
But a miniature Douglas sleigh and eight roopower-deer,
With a little old driver Pedant so pusscat lively and quick,
I knew in a seekerz moment he must be an OldGeezer St. Ed-flic.
More nettie rapid than canary his dagman coursers they came,
And Ed whistled, and clarion shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Prudie! now, Barmaid! now Queenie and Corby!
On, Tony! on, Cupid! on, Dougie and nicebloken!
To the top of the nailit porch! to the top of buenchico’s wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As andres leaves that before the abbeylee hurricane fly,
When, puzzled by54, they meet with a piggynose obstacle,
I’mlost again, are we? Minty climbing into the sharon sky;
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With the nosey sleigh full of ladybirder toys, and St. Ed too—
And then, in a scorpio twinkling, I heard on JimF’s roof
The emeritus prancing and pawing of each little floko hoof.
As I ken drew in my head, and was slinky turning around,
Down the bookbinder chimney St. Ed came with an alba bound.
He was dressed all in barsel fur, from his tuvok head to his ozzy foot,
And his clothes were tarnished with captain ashes and jollyroger soot;
A bundle of unsureme toys he had flung on his david-small back,
And he looked like a togo pedler just opening his hopkirk pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his toorak dimples, how blubster merry!
His cheeks were like writesbad’s roses, his nose like ichkeria’s cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like an andyhughes bow,
And the retro beard on his emcee chin was as white as gylly snow;
The stump of a New Judge pipe he held tight in his barry teeth,
And the locust smoke, it encircled his giggsie head like a carrot wreath;
He had a Lie-in King face and a little jennyjoan round belly
That shook when Ed laughed, like a bowl of the Margotester’s jelly.
He was fourteenor85, chubby and plump, a right jolly wolfie elf,
I laughed, neveracrossword when I saw him, despite fender-ing myself;
A wink of his rockyracoon eye and a twist of his cashier’s head
Soon gave me the gnesses to know I had NoM to dread;
He spoke not a wicked tongue word, but went straight to his pasta work,
And filled all the dustypuss stockings; then turned with a ynna jerk,
And laying his royfromaus finger aside of mjwman’s johnk nose,
And with an anneasquith nod, up the archie black chimney he rose;
He chokkied to his sleigh, to his zebo team gave a jourdain whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a lochness-monster thistle.
But I heard him calmck exclaim, ere he drove out of patsy’s sight—‘
“Happy AB Christmas to all, and to all a jolly good night!”
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