OK, back to the story....
More rapid than eagles his courses they came (sorry, I got nothin' cause I have no clue what this means)
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name (hey, that's what the lady does when she wants us to come to her)
"Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer and Vixen (and you thought Salsa was an odd name?)
On Comet, On Cupid, On Donner and Blitzen (not gettin' any better with the names)
To the top of the porch, (I love the porch, great sunlight) to the top of the wall (wouldn't you call that the ceiling?)
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all (that means 'get goin')
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof (so how long would you say is a twinkling?)
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof (we do some prancing at this house too)
As I drew in my head (I think that would make me a turtle) and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound (the lady told me St. Nicholas is the same as Santa)
He was dressed all in fur (just like me!) from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot (ya wouldn't have that problem if ya just went through the front door, duh!)
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back (bones woulda worked just fine with me)
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack (yeah, only a peddler wants money for his goodies)
All this talk of a sack full of dog bones is makin me hungry, I'm gonna have a snack
~Salsa
More rapid than eagles his courses they came (sorry, I got nothin' cause I have no clue what this means)
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name (hey, that's what the lady does when she wants us to come to her)
"Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer and Vixen (and you thought Salsa was an odd name?)
On Comet, On Cupid, On Donner and Blitzen (not gettin' any better with the names)
To the top of the porch, (I love the porch, great sunlight) to the top of the wall (wouldn't you call that the ceiling?)
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all (that means 'get goin')
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof (so how long would you say is a twinkling?)
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof (we do some prancing at this house too)
As I drew in my head (I think that would make me a turtle) and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound (the lady told me St. Nicholas is the same as Santa)
He was dressed all in fur (just like me!) from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot (ya wouldn't have that problem if ya just went through the front door, duh!)
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back (bones woulda worked just fine with me)
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack (yeah, only a peddler wants money for his goodies)
All this talk of a sack full of dog bones is makin me hungry, I'm gonna have a snack
~Salsa