Saturday, December 01, 2007

Awakened by the sound of footsteps overhead


THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, Not reindeer, nor penguins, nor Santa himself, but a van full of Mexicans to finish my roof.
There will not be raindrops falling on the head of this little penguin.
TR

4 comments:

  1. Um, OK...

    We did our own roof last summer, well, actually it was more both our Dads, but we did most of the nailing. Now if we could just get rid of the 3" of snow we have now, we'd be OK.

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  2. Ah, the advantage of a well timed hail storm, the insuance company is paying someone for replaceing my roof.

    DG

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  3. 'himself' doesn't really rhyme with 'roof' I'm thinking something we need to work the word 'elf' in there somehow.

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  4. Well, that sentence didn't make sense. Take out the word 'something' please. :)

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