I wrote this right around 1999 or 2000. I wrote this for a writing project in college. What A Christmas Night Christmas night and all is well Getting to feelin kinda swell, After a cup or two of spiked eggnog The twins fast asleep, even the dog. The twins socks were tacked carefully on the door jam with care, In hopes that the fat man soon would be there; The children were strewn hither tither in their beds, Barely missed kicking Peter the dog in the head; And me in my t-shirt, hole in hem, Had just sat down after checking on my two gems, When out on the street there arose such a clatter, I jumped from my desk chair to see what was the matter. Peeking out of my window, careful you see, Giggled and hawed, was old Mr. Megree. The moonlight showed his funny red face Gave the picture of comedy as he jumped up in down in one place, When what to my wondering eyes should I see, Him pointing to his roof, crazy ole Megree, The fat man was there, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. Screaming and yelling as tiles rained down, On closer inspection the fat man was from town, Was old Bart Grady, the town bum for sure. With eight mangy dogs, not a single one pure, Old Bart laughed hardily and called them by name: Now Sparky! now Spot! now Hambone and Trixie! On, Bandit! on Rex! on, Pepe and Pixie! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Hold tight you mutts! Next stop is the mall! And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The growling and pawing of each grubby foot. As I stepped from the window and rubbed Peters soft snout Crashing in through the window old Bart came about. He was dressed all in leather from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with park bench poop. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, He looked like Uncle Jeb, that slimy ole hack. His eyes - how they twinkled! His laughter quite merry He reeked of a bar room, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth smiled a crooked big grin, And the stubble on his chin could have cleaned my best tins. Filter less camel he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a scruffy face and a big beer belly, I pinched my nose, he sure was smelly. He was round as a barrel, a right jolly old fart, And I laughed when I saw him, Hey how ya doing old Bart; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, He smelled of cheap wine and turned to me and said: Have a good Christmas Karri, ya been good this year With raisin the twins, ya shed many tears A good girl ya are and the babies too Pet yer fuzzy dog, Peter le Pooh I have ta get along now, just thought to stop by Wish ya a Merry Christmas as he winked his eye. He swung out the window and cursed at Megree Jumped up by the dogs and laughed with glee He form could be seen by the pale moonlight HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 08:25:39 +0000
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