THE EYES ARE WATCHING! Super Crystal King
Joined: 26 May 2007 Posts: 656
HP: 75 MP: 10 Lives: 0
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 11:08 pm
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the palace, There was no trace of hate, not a sign of malice. Several stockings were hung by the chimneys with care, In one living room, there were fifty-nine there! The Wigglers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of tasty leaves danced in their heads; And Kingpin in his hat and I in my crown Had just gone to bed and were settling down When out on the mountain there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like The Flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the yearly-round snow Gave the luster of midday to the snowcaps below, When what to my pure yellow eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I realized it was my college roommate, Saint Nick! Faster than X-Box upgrades his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On, Cup-Oh, hey Crystal King! Long time no see! How's it goi-hey! Watch out for that chimney! AAAAAA!!!" And with a loud THUMP I heard on the roof The tossing and turning of each little hoof. As I winced and I flinched and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas crashed with a bound. He was covered in bruises from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished and covered with soot. A bundle of toys was flung on his back And then he bent over and reached into his sack. His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks-Oh, forget it. I'll leave out the boring description. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. "WAIT!" I said. "What about the others?" "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," said Santa Claus.
31 chimneys later...
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they finally flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND (ow!) I hope my back'll be alright..." |
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