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FC: A Corleone Christmas
1: A Corleone Christmas By Christopher Huber
2: It was the night before Christmas when all through the compound not a mobster was a stirring not even a lobster.
3: The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and doubts that the rival family would even dare.
4: The Coreleone-s were all nestled in bed while visions of magnum ammo danced in their heads.
5: And Vito in his tux and I in my hat had just finished beating some punk with a big baseball bat.
6: When out of the compound arose such a clatter.
7: I put down my weapon to see what was the matter.
8: I went to the window and saw nothing but snow and our very own bullet led when drove up a Cadillac.
11: Out came the driver who who had white hair and and had a bread as wild as a bear. He had a red suit with a white tie and a shirt as red as mars' own red sky. He even had red hat with a white ban and was fat as one can.
12: I knew it was him at once, the very mobster St. Nick, whose checks were redder than any lobster I would pick.
13: I went back down and saw him trying to get out of the chimney, looking like a clown and not being too cleanly.
14: I hid behind the couch and heard him say ''ouch!'' As he came from the fire place he brought out a violin case.
15: Mobster Cluas pulled from the case: revolvers, shotguns, time bombs, magnums, pistols, and a tommy gun. He even brought a stick of dynamite for the Don's own son.
16: I sighed in delight. He heard me and turned in the night. I thought he would pick a fight but, instead he winked at me and I immediately felt a sense of glee.
17: Up through the chimney he went. Into his car he go and drove right into the snow. As I watched him drive off I heard him say " Ho! Ho! Ho! Forget bout it!''