Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the barracks, not a creature was stirring, not even a louse. But there stood a Private, locked up at parade rest, with a Drill Sergeant, Command Handing him in the chest. Merry Christmas Priv, the Drill Sergeant said, tonight youre gonna do Push-ups, till Santa arrives. The Private then pushed, he pushed with all his might, he pushed through the dusk, and deep into the night. Drill Sergeant, the Private then cried, my arms are tired, I cannot push anymore! The Drill only looked down and stared. Because of his Brown Round he had feelings no more. As the young recruit finally collapsed, the big red man dropped in, just by happenstance. Kris Kringle approached the fatigued young, and saluted the drill, sharply, with his hand. Ill take it from here Santa did say. Then the Drill Sergeant turned and marched away. Santa said to the Private, with a heart warming grin You did well young man! Now do Flutter kicks, until i get back from Japan!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 19:14:48 +0000
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