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The Night Before Christmas


by Anneack


'Twas the night before Christmas and all through Sloanville Not a creature was stirring, 'cept a bad guy named Bill; As his prisoner I was hung by the chimney with care, really hoping the cavalry soon would be there ...

His partners were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of money danced in their head; And Bill in his sweater, and I in my cuffs, Had just settled down for another dust up.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Bill dropped me to go see what was the matter. Onto to my feet I got in a flash, With my shirt torn up and my shoulder a gash.

Through the window I could see the new fallen snow The lamplight gave shape to the objects below, When what to my swollen eyes should appear, But Paul with eight figures who weren't reindeer.

With a scowling glare, that gave not a blink or a flick, I knew he would have me out of this quick. Faster than lightening his people they came, and he bellowed, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now Kermit!, Now Strenlich!, Now Blake and Brodrick! On, TJ, on Jody, on Skellany and Chen! Cover that porch! get over that wall! Now places and positions; and good luck to you all!"

One of the guards got a lesson as a frog taught him to fly, he was no longer an obstacle once he took to the sky. So up to the house and my rescue they flew, All fully armed, and ill-tempered too.

And then in a twinkle I heard the back door the bashing and crashing as it went to the floor. As I drew in breath and tried to look 'round The group all came in in a bound.

They were dressed all in black from their head to their feet. Except for Kermit, who thought dark green real neat. Bill made an effort but was soon on his back, and being hauled out like an old burlap sack

Her eyes how they sparkled as I was cut lose by Mary! Broderick's cold made his nose like a cherry. They'll never let me hear the end of this I know! Poor Jody must have been worried because her face was like snow.

The chief, he's glaring and clenching his teeth, there's a leaf on his jacket where he was hit by a wreath; I put a smile on my face trying to ignore my sore belly, I managed to get up, but my legs were like jelly.

Then Santa came in, a rather tall elf I laughed when I saw him, inspire of myself; A wink of his eye and a shake of his head, his grumble informed me I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but gave me a hug, And said to call mom who was pacing the rug, Then standing back he got a look at my clothes, And commented that I had broken my nose.

He led me to his car, I breathed with a whistle, and said he would have me to the doc like a missile. I heard him call to the team as he buckled me in tight, "A merry Christmas to all and have a good night."


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