A Christmas parody by Notso U. Neak.
'Twas the morn before Christmas, and all through the house,
I ran with my cup, the whole carpet to douse.
My brother and sister were snug in their beds,
While towers of Christmas gifts danced in their heads.
I saw Mama sleeping, and Dad in his mask,
There wasn't much time, so I bent to my task.
Despite my best efforts, there rose such a clatter,
I knew that I only had seconds to finish my splatter.
The moon on the breast of my just-risen mother
Billowed and heaved--she was all in a pother;
For what to her sleep-bleary eyes should appear,
But a small, naked man, clutching what he held dear.
More rapid than eagles, my mama she came;
She whistled and shouted and called my full name.
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky;
So throughout the house, oh, my mama she flew.
With my hands full of toys, you can bet I flew, too.
All the toys that were wrapped I left under the tree,
Just the ones I had opened, I took--but ah, me...
Because of the bundle of toys on my back,
My mama did catch me and give me a whack.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
Rewrapped all the presents, then turned with a jerk;
I heard her exclaim with a voice shrill and thin,
IF YOU WANT TO HAVE CHRISTMAS, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!"t&l <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
