Monday, December 24, 2012

A Savage Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
A mark was stirring drinks, while turning up to mouse.
A blanket was laid by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Rip soon would be there.

The square was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of thirst danced in his head.
And mark in her nighty, sipping a night cap,
Had just settled her brain for a long winter’s tap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The mark sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and hoped it was St.Rip come to smash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight  wolves instead of reindeer.

With a Savage driver, so lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it must be St Rip.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dash’her! now, Smash’her! now, Dreamer and Dipsen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Ripsen!
To the back door! Hide by the roof 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 to the house back door the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sell, and St Rip too.

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof
The prancing paws of a wolf.
As she drew in her head, and was turning around,
Through the back door came St Rip ready to put it down.

He was dressed in a v neck, desert boots on his foot,
And his clothes were Jordan sweats with a beanie the color of soot.
A bundle of rubbers and brews he had flung on his back,
And just like a Savage,  he was ready to attack.

Her eyes-how they twinkled! As he approached she filled with glee!
Led St Rip to the blanket, and placed his hand on her knee.
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And then down he lead her head to ready a blow.

She finished the job with the absence of teeth,
St Rip lit a clove smoke encircled his head like a wreath.
The scent of the clove permeated through the air,
The sent drifted to another room beginning to wake the square!
Spoke not a word, St Rip went straight to his work,
And ripped the mark to pieces, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up from the blanket he rose!

Waking up to a smell of clove in the air,
The square wanted to question the mark but she wasn’t there
He wiped his eyes and jumped out the bed,
Rushing downstairs  hoping he had nothing to dread.
Smoking a clove sat the mark next to the tree
The square seeing this his anxiety did flee
He walked over and joined her on the floor
As St Rip slipped out the back door

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But all heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Happy Holidays from the Mackonomics team.

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