A Holiday Dool Poem: Twas The Night Before Christmas.
Here's A Holiday Treat For You All And It's Called, Twas The Night Before Christmas In The Midwesterntown Of Salem USA. It's Sort Of Like The Clement Moore Poem With A Dool Twist In It. So I Hope You All Like It.
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Twas The Night Before Christmas,
In The Midwesterntown Of Salem USA,
As The Snow Gently Falling To The Quiet Town,
While In The Dimera Mansion,
Everyone Was Sleeping,
No-one Was Stirring,
Not Even A Mouse Or A Rat,
The Five Stockings Were
Hung By The Chimney With Care,
As The Fire In The Fireplace,
Dims Down To An Orange-Red Glow,
The Five Dimera Children Were
Sleeping Soundly In Their Beds,
While Holding On To Their Favorite
Stuff Animals,
As Visions Of Sugar Plums
Danced In Their Heads,
And I Sitting Up In Bed,
And Stefano Sleeping Beside Me,
Had Just Settled Down,
For A Long Winters Nap,
When All Of A Sudden,
There Arose Such A Clatter,
I Jumped Out Of Bed
To See What Was The Matter,
I Tip-Toed To The Window,
And Looked Outside
As The Bright Full Moon
Shined Down On The Snow-Filled
Town Like White Sugar,
Suddenly Something Or Someone
Caught My Attition,
And, Oh Do My Wondering Eyes
See, But A Miniture Sleigh And
Eight Tiny Reindeer With A Lil Ole
Driver, So Lively And Quick,
I Knew In An Instaint It Must Be
Saint Nick,
Driving The Sleigh With Such Glee,
As He Whistled and Shouted,
And Called Them By Name,
Now Dasher, Now Dancer,
Now Prancer, and Vixen,
On Comet, On Cupid,
On Donder, and Blitzen,
Driving The Sleigh With A Pull And A Tug,
Up To The Housetops They Came,
With A Sleigh Full Of Toys And Saint Nick Too,
Suddenly I Heard On The Roof,
The Prancing And Pawing Of Each
Little Hoof,
As I Was Tip-Toeing Down The Hallway,
And Was Making My Way Down
The Stairs Into The Living Room
Of The Dimera Mansion,
I Heard Feet Tip-Toeing And
Whispering,
I Looked Behind Me And Saw,
The Five Children And Stefano As Well,
I Told Them To Fallow Me And
Be As Quiet As They Can Be,
As We Tip-Toed down The Stairs
And Looked Into The Living Room
Of The Dimera Mansion,
Down The Chimney Saint Nick
Came With A Bound,
He Was Dressed All In Fur
From His Head To His Foot,
And He Was Also Covered
In Ashes And Soot,
He Had A Broad Face,
And A Round Lil Belly,
That Shook When He Laughed,
Like A Bowl Full Of Jelly,
He Was Chubby And Plump,
A Right Jolly Ole Elf,
And I laughed Quietly
When I Saw Him
In Spite Of Myself,
He Never Said A Word,
Or Even Know That He
Was Being Watched,
But Went Stright To His
Work, And Filled All Five
Of The Stockings,
And Turned With A Jerk,
And Laying A Finger,
On The Side Of His Nose,
And Giving A Nod,
Up The Chimney He Went,
He Sprang To His Sleigh,
And To His Team Gave A Whistle,
And Away They All Flew,
Like A Dove To A Thistle,
I Heard Him Exclaim,
As He Drove Out Of Sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT".
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Well I Hope You Like It.
Dianna.
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