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'Twas
the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in the hope the Hi-Greylander soon would be there. The Grey Ladies were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of MG danced in their heads. |
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And Marnie, with Havoc, all snug in HER bed had just settled in, Havoc licking her head, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew in a spin, expecting to see Havoc with his nose in the bin. |
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The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a lustre of midday to the objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a hoard of Grey Ladies, Marnie taking the rear. They giggled and whispered, then started to yell They reminded me most of the black hounds of hell! |
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rapid than eagles their courses they came
So I whistled and shouted, and called them by name. "Hey Marlene, hey Christine, hey Jami, and Beth. Hey Ravenwing, woah Carol, ho Marnie, what next?!! You should be in bed, not waking the dead, Now dash away, dash away, dash away!" I said. |
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dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount up to the sky, so they turned on me with eyes all ablaze, Mounted broomsticks and whirled round the trees in a haze. Then in a twinkling they disappeared leaving me puzzled, all alone, and ungeared. |
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As I drew in my head, and turned around from the chimney I heard a disturbing sound. Dressed all in furs from his head to his foot, And with clothes all tarnished with ashes and soot. He fell, a bundle, on the floor of my room Then stood up, with a smile that made me swoon! |
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His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how tempting. Black hair down his shoulders, his ears SO fetching! His furs they slid as he shook them about and I thought I'd die, or at least pass out! His skin was smooth and the purest of gold and the more I saw, the more I lost hold. |
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wink of his eye, and a twitch of his lips
A stretch of his limbs, and a shake of his hips. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. Then looking straight at me, with a Ho, ho, ho, he smiled and said "They'll never believe you, you know." |
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a Grand Jeté that would make your heart melt
he was up the chimney, so gracefull and svelte. I looked around, and was no longer bereft For the Grey Ladies were back, they had never left! Had I dreamed it all? Was I quite insane? I leaned out the window, hanging on to the drain. |
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There in the distance I saw a bright light gliding along like an eagle in flight. The ladies snored on, in peace and rest, I'd tell them nothing, I thought it best. And I heard him exclaim, 'ere he flew out of sight "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night! (By Sonja with Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore!) |
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"notevena" mouse |
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