So, I'll spare you the singing. We've moved on to stories now. The lady and I worked on this one for quite sometime.
Aahheem... okay, here it goes, grab a cup of eggnog, sit back, and enjoy.
Twas the night before Christmas, (I believe they call that Christmas Eve)
When all through the house, not a creature was stirring, (obviously not my house) not even a mouse. (Yah, cause we have cats!)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, (why oh why do you hang big socks from anywhere?) in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. (Uh, I thought we were looking for a dude named Santa?)
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, (that would be dogs, not kids at our house) while visions of dog bones, oops I mean sugarplums danced in their heads.
And momma in her kerchief, (that'd be the lady, but she doesn't wear a kerchief, whatever that is) and I in my cap, (Uh, no, people I don't wear caps to bed) had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter (oh crap, what's Ike into now?)
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter (and let me tell ya, I'm a good springer)
Away to the window I flew like a flash (but unlike Aspen, I didn't go through it)
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash (not true, I would never tear or throw anything)
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, (snow's a naughty word at our house)
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below (mid-day? I thought Santa came at night?)
When what to my wondering eyes should appear (that's a fancy way of saying, "here's what I saw")
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer (they got bigger as they got closer)
With a little old driver, (Santa, I did NOT call you old) so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick (I'm so confused, St. Nicholas, St. Nick, where's Santa?)
We're gonna have to stop there, cause I gotta talk to the lady about all of the men posing as Santa.
~Salsa
Aahheem... okay, here it goes, grab a cup of eggnog, sit back, and enjoy.
Twas the night before Christmas, (I believe they call that Christmas Eve)
When all through the house, not a creature was stirring, (obviously not my house) not even a mouse. (Yah, cause we have cats!)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, (why oh why do you hang big socks from anywhere?) in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. (Uh, I thought we were looking for a dude named Santa?)
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, (that would be dogs, not kids at our house) while visions of dog bones, oops I mean sugarplums danced in their heads.
And momma in her kerchief, (that'd be the lady, but she doesn't wear a kerchief, whatever that is) and I in my cap, (Uh, no, people I don't wear caps to bed) had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter (oh crap, what's Ike into now?)
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter (and let me tell ya, I'm a good springer)
Away to the window I flew like a flash (but unlike Aspen, I didn't go through it)
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash (not true, I would never tear or throw anything)
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, (snow's a naughty word at our house)
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below (mid-day? I thought Santa came at night?)
When what to my wondering eyes should appear (that's a fancy way of saying, "here's what I saw")
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer (they got bigger as they got closer)
With a little old driver, (Santa, I did NOT call you old) so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick (I'm so confused, St. Nicholas, St. Nick, where's Santa?)
We're gonna have to stop there, cause I gotta talk to the lady about all of the men posing as Santa.
~Salsa