With only two nights left to go (yay!) I a very special friend of mine decided to read Gimpy the Ultimate Christmas Classic AKA T'was The Night before Christmas and let's just say Gimpy was "inspired" to write her own original poem which is in fact very original.
So anyway on the 2nd day (before) Christmas ilovemyquail.blogspot.ca gave to me:
Twas Two Nights Before Christmas (original poem) by: Gimpy
Twas 2 Nights before Christmas
by: Hannah Johnston Gimpy
Twas two nights before Christmas, when all through the cage
Not a creature was stirring, not even a quail.
The stockings were hung by the feeder with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas who is a quail soon would be there.
The quail were nestled all snug in their sand boxes,
While visions of hard boiled chicken egg danced in their heads.
And mamma quail underneath the light bulb , and I tucked away under the straw,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a quail.
The stockings were hung by the feeder with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas who is a quail soon would be there.
The quail were nestled all snug in their sand boxes,
While visions of hard boiled chicken egg danced in their heads.
And mamma quail underneath the light bulb , and I tucked away under the straw,
Had just settled our small brains down with no worries at all.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my straw to see what was the matter.
Away to the chicken wire I fluttered like a flash,
Tore open the plastic cover and then heard a large bash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than quails his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Opening the cage door St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of hard boiled chicken eggs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
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 to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his wing aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up and out the cage door he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my straw to see what was the matter.
Away to the chicken wire I fluttered like a flash,
Tore open the plastic cover and then heard a large bash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than quails his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Opening the cage door St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of hard boiled chicken eggs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
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 to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his wing aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up and out the cage door he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
(maybe I should teach Gimpy about the art of plagiarism)
P.S- I know what you're thinking. You are thinking that this post is 100% fiction and exists for entertainment purposes only. That's where you're wrong and I hate having to do this but I guess I'm going to have to prove it. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Want proof?
Click video below and be amazed.
P.S- I know what you're thinking. You are thinking that this post is 100% fiction and exists for entertainment purposes only. That's where you're wrong and I hate having to do this but I guess I'm going to have to prove it. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Want proof?
Click video below and be amazed.
Hannah, have you not read the guidelines on PETA (People for the ethical treatment of animals) website? They specifically state that no animal should be subject to readings from crazy animatronic robots that rock back and forth and constantly repeat tyrannical doctorines. I'd take this post down before they start picketing your house!
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