| 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS An account by Kevin Gnome |
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| 'Twas the night before Cristmas and all through the home, Not a creature was stirring, not even a gnome. Our stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In the hopes good old Gnick soon would be there. Young gnomes were all gnestled, snug in their beds, While visions of feasting danced in their heads, But out in the kitchen Gus cooked up a storm, Whilst sipping on egg gnog, we were all in fine form. When out in the paddock came a hell of a noise, I leapt from my chair and tripped without poise, Away to the window I stumbled and fell, Tore open the curtains and let out a yell. The moon big and round, so full in the sky, You'd have thought it was midday, I tell you no lie. When what, to my bloodshot eyes should appear, But a ruddy great sleigh and eight enormous reindeer. Atop was the driver, short, jolly and fat, With his snowy white hair and pointy red hat, Swifter than eagles, his reindeer they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name. "Now, Lunchin! now, Munchin! now, Noddin and Blinkin! On, Crackers! on, Dippin! on, Sippin and Drinkin! To the top of the verandah, to the top of the wall, Fly away, fly away, fly away all". Like the gum leaves and gumnuts swept into a mound, When caught in a willy willy they fly off the ground, So up to the rooftop, the reindeer they flew, With a sleigh full of toys and the jolly man, too. |
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