I have some really wild hairs that tickle me at times, and apparently this is one of those times. What if you took a beloved poem and messed with it
enough to get you in trouble (Johnny raises his hand, "Yes please"). So I took the beloved 'Twas the night before Christmas', and... well tried to
have some fun mish-mashing it.
Twas several nite's before Christmas, when all thro' the house,
Not a creature was typing, or even using a mouse;
Stories were told by the chimney and spoken so clear,
With hopes and wishes that St. Nicholas might possibly hear;
The children played Nintendo all snug in their beds,
While visions from sugar & caffeine danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her 'Snuggie;, and I with my baseball cap,
both quite inebriated and ready for a long winter's nap.
When out on the porch there was a loud clatter,
The wife kicks me out of bed to see what is the matter.
Stumbling into a sliding glass door, my big toe I did stub
As I tore off the curtains, and fell on my golf club.
Is that the moon or a spot-light against the new fallen snow,
I'll just lie here and take it easy as I've taken quite a blow;
When, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
And a little tune is playing some Christmas re-creation
Neighbors must have just switched on their yards decorations.
With mystery solved, perhaps I'll sit and write a story,
I must carefully rethink this evening in all it's glory.
Because what happened tonite I must confess,
I've not a clue how I'll explain this whole mess!
Perhaps you too might find it in your heart to whip us out something for us to read in our contest.
Johnny
edit on 12/15/2021 by JohnnyAnonymous because: (no reason given)