| Stuart Taylor (Little Upsilon) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:02 pm 
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 our brains for a long winters 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,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles 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, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" |
| General Dirt (Little Upsilon) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:27 pm
Finally someone posted a song that didn't involve killing! Wo0t!
Merry Christmas folks!
Lets continue this thread and list what kinda loot we are getting.
Wool socks (of course)
Nintendo Wii
Beyond this I won't know till tomarrow so I'll keep ya posted if I get anything thats uber-cool! |
| GaiusJuliusCaesar (Kebir Blue) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:31 pm
Due to the financial situtaion in the country, my family and I decided to save our money and that each other's company was the best gift that we could give each other. |
| General Dirt (Golden Rainbow) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:39 pm
True, this Christmas is tight for alot of families. Maybe it will jar us back to reality. I think Christmas gifts shouldn't be so much about Wal-Mart but rather handmade gifts. They mean more.
I spend a couple months a year cranking out birdhouses and thats what everyone gets. They are happy. The birds are happy. Walmart is pissed. Perfect! |
| andy Clark (Fearless Blue) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 09:44 pm
A warm fire,hot coco,[egg nogg] and your loved ones,thats a pretty good deal.  ac |
| iwin (Little Upsilon) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 10:03 pm
Found a friend that was selling his PS3, got it on the way cheap with HDMI cable and two games to boot. Had significant other purchase the PS3 for the low price of $200 and paid the $75 for the games. I already had the Wii from the Christmas before. 360 has long been had and has recently become the house entertainment center streaming videos etc through netflix.
Other than that, I have no clue what I'm getting, but everyone else should be happy with what they are getting. A special item that I know they'd like, such as Mom loves 'Mama Mia' so she got it on DVD and a promisary note to get tickets to the next closest play for her and dad, he'll hate me for it, but that's always the fun part! |
| Aleksander (Little Upsilon) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 11:02 pm
Kala Christougena kai Chronia Polla
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
May Saint Nicholas be good to you and your families. Lift a toast to the Christ child. |
| FarmerBob | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 11:38 pm
For our hosts:
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
The computers were whirring; they never do stop.
The power was on and the temperature right,
In hopes that the input would feed back that night.
The system was ready, the program was coded,
And memory drums had been carefully loaded;
While adding a Christmasy glow to the scene,
The lights on the console, flashed red, white and green.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
The programmer ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway he flew like a flash,
Forgetting his key in his curious dash.
He stood in the hallway and looked all about,
When the door slammed behind him, and he was locked out.
Then, in the computer room what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer;
And a little old man, who with scarcely a pause,
Chuckled: "My name is Santa...the last name is Claus."
The computer was startled, confused by the name,
Then it buzzed as it heard the old fellow exclaim:
"This is Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
And Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen."
With all these odd names, it was puzzled anew;
It hummed and it clanked, and a main circuit blew.
It searched in its memory core, trying to "think";
Then the multi-line printer went out on the blink.
Unable to do its electronic job,
It said in a voice that was almost a sob:
"Your eyes - how they twinkle - your dimples so merry,
Your cheeks so like roses, your nose like a cherry,
Your smile - all these things, I've been programmed to know,
And at data-recall, I am more than so-so;
But your name and your address (computers can't lie),
Are things that I just cannot identify.
You've a jolly old face and a little round belly,
That shakes when you laugh like a bowlful of jelly;
My scanners can see you, but still I insist,
Since you're not in my program, you cannot exist!"
Old Santa just chuckled a merry "ho, ho",
And sat down to type out a quick word or so.
The keyboard clack-clattered, its sound sharp and clean,
As Santa fed this "data" to the machine:
"Kids everywhere know me; I come every year;
The presents I bring add to everyone's cheer;
But you won't get anything - that's plain to see;
Too bad your programmers forgot about me."
Then he faced the machine and said with a shrug,
"Merry Christmas to All," as he pulled out its plug! |
| The Grand Poobah (Golden Rainbow) | Wednesday, December 24, 2008 - 11:58 pm
I got sam a Present.
Me in a speedo with large red bow around my neck. |
| John R | Friday, December 26, 2008 - 09:15 pm
I got pants. But these don't quite hide my ass or crotch and are made of leather... |
