FC: Twas the night before Christmas-Brook's Edition
1: It was Christmas eve,when all through my crib not a insect was humming, not even a mice.the socks was hung over the fire place that was their.hoping that Santa stop by with care.
2: The kids was tucked tightly in their bad while images of 360 games playing in their heads mama in her gown and I in my hat just chilled out for along winter nap.
3: When out in the yard there arose such a song I sprain from my sleep to see what was wrong.
4: The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow gave a luxuriate of the noon day to the object below
5: when,what to my superiors sight should appear but miniature sleigh and eight big reindeer's.
6: with a tiny young driver so lively and slick i knew in a moment it must be ST Nick.more faster then birds route they came,and yoodle and scream and call them by now
7: Now faster know classer now sweeter and calmer!On house on building on Donny and blitzed!To the top of the hill!to the top of the ice now sprint away !sprint away! Brint away all!
8: As dead leaves that came before the wild tornado fly,when they meet with the tracks,mount in the sky so up to the top hill top the track they flew with the truck full of toys,and St Nick to.
9: And then humming i heard on the hill dancing and clawing of each little Who.As I picture in my head,an was spending around,down the fire place Santa came alone
10: He was fur up,from head to toe.And his clothes was dull with ashes and soot.Millions of toys he had flung on his back,And he looked like a peddler,just opening his pack.
11: His eyes on how the sprinkle his dimples how merry!His cheeks were like bright red apples,his nose was just about like Rodolph
12: Doll little mouth was drawn up like burnt plastic and the an the hair on his chin was as white as the snow
13: The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,and head like a wreath.He had a medium fast and a little round belly that shack when he laughed like a bowlful of salt shakers!
14: He was yelling and pitching a little old elf.And i wiggle and giggle when i saw him.In spite of myself!A wink of his eyes and twist of his head.Soon gave me to know i had nothing to speak
15: And look up the chimney an their he go.
16: He sat on the sleigh,to his deers he whistle,and away they flew like a bird.