MRS_FIFTY
12-19-2006, 05:40 PM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
pups are stirring, cat killed a mouse.
Guard dogs are guarding so don’t you dare,
Mangy dog tried, but ‘hasn’t grown no hair.
Expecting Mammas all snug in their beds,
While visions of squealing’ piggies dance in their heads.
He is up early working before dawn in his cap,
Game-dogs won’t settle for a long winter’s nap.
2:30 AM the yard arose such an earth shaking clatter,
I sprang from bed to see what is the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon gave a glimpse of the objects below,
And hacking and coughing and a loud “yo yo!”
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gigantic burly Man with a twelve pack of beer.
With a little chocolate dog so quick and swifty,
I knew in a moment that it must be FIFTY.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted and called them by name.
"Now, Sammy, now PacMan, now Listerine take Suey;
On, Jacko! On Man! On ProPro with Bobby!
Don’t come home till the Fat Lady calls,
Dash deep into the woods and stop them all.”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
So into the woods quickly they ran,
No one upsets the Fat Lady’s frying’ pan.
“Bark, bark, bark, roof, roof roof!”
You see it in their eyes these dogs are the truth!
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the trail came FIFTY, with only two wheels on the ground.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A big bag of something he flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His face so hairy!
I can smell one burn’n and I see the cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He softly grumbled “this is Sensi you know!?”
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 a view of those knotty dreads.
He spoke no more words, went straight to his work,
loaded that gun then gave it a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, back up the trail he goes.
He sprang to his feet, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"I’ll see ya in the morning’ Mamma, be hunting’ all night!”
Happy Holidays from 50/50 KNLS!
pups are stirring, cat killed a mouse.
Guard dogs are guarding so don’t you dare,
Mangy dog tried, but ‘hasn’t grown no hair.
Expecting Mammas all snug in their beds,
While visions of squealing’ piggies dance in their heads.
He is up early working before dawn in his cap,
Game-dogs won’t settle for a long winter’s nap.
2:30 AM the yard arose such an earth shaking clatter,
I sprang from bed to see what is the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon gave a glimpse of the objects below,
And hacking and coughing and a loud “yo yo!”
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gigantic burly Man with a twelve pack of beer.
With a little chocolate dog so quick and swifty,
I knew in a moment that it must be FIFTY.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted and called them by name.
"Now, Sammy, now PacMan, now Listerine take Suey;
On, Jacko! On Man! On ProPro with Bobby!
Don’t come home till the Fat Lady calls,
Dash deep into the woods and stop them all.”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
So into the woods quickly they ran,
No one upsets the Fat Lady’s frying’ pan.
“Bark, bark, bark, roof, roof roof!”
You see it in their eyes these dogs are the truth!
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the trail came FIFTY, with only two wheels on the ground.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A big bag of something he flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His face so hairy!
I can smell one burn’n and I see the cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He softly grumbled “this is Sensi you know!?”
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 a view of those knotty dreads.
He spoke no more words, went straight to his work,
loaded that gun then gave it a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, back up the trail he goes.
He sprang to his feet, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"I’ll see ya in the morning’ Mamma, be hunting’ all night!”
Happy Holidays from 50/50 KNLS!