A Christmas Poem

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the (noun)
Not a creature was stirring, not even a/an (noun).
The (plural noun) were tucked, all snug in their (plural noun),
While visions of (adjective) plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the (noun) there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my (noun) to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little (adjective) belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of (plural noun).
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the (plural noun), then turned with a jerk,
And laying his (noun) aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the (noun) he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he (verb, past tense) out of sight,
(Adjective) Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Klin said...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the soft fluffy blanket
Not a creature was stirring, not even a tall shiny Christmas tree.
The stockings hung by the chimney with care were tucked, all snug in their blue and silver ornaments,
While visions of shiny plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the light up nativity set there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my garland trimmed mantel to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little sparkly belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of baskets of goodies coming to my door.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the parties and parties and parties galore, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his Rudolph the red nosed reindeer aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the partridge in a pear tree he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he spent out of sight,
"Merry and bright Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Natalie said...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the dim bulb
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Spongebob worshipper.
The unintelligent apes were tucked, all snug in their kiss-and-make-uppers,
While visions of wibble-wobbly plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the fern frond there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my toe-as-finger replacement to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little banal belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of ceiling fan accessories.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the cable guys, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his Slurpee machine aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the hippy chicken he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he smacked gum out of sight,
"Misconstrued Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Thorny Tree Lady said...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the baby who's begging to sit on your lap
Not a creature was stirring, not even a 3 month old candy corn.
The cool kids from High School were tucked, all snug in their earache drops,
While visions of giggle inducing plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the former child star who's trying to make a comeback there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my oblivious cell phone using driver to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little hair raising belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of saltine crackers.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the moments of silence, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his coconut hand lotion aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Cocomotion Hot Cocoa Maker he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he over-ate out of sight,
"Toe curling Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Description of the Lovely Group that I am in #1

We are having a perfectly (adjective) time this evening in the (adjective) home of (name of person in room). The rooms are decorated (adverb) with many stylish (plural noun) that must have cost at least (number) dollars. The guests are all (adjective) conversationalists and are all (adverb) dressed. (Name of person in room) has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his (adjective) (noun) to (name of person in room), who mistook it for an early American (noun). The refreshments are (adjective) and the idea of serving (a liquid) on the rocks showed (adjective) imagination. Visiting here is always a/an (adjective) experience.

Klin said...
We are having a perfectly rip roaring windy time this evening in the super shiny and new home of Tree Monkey. The rooms are decorated particularly with many stylish very loud snores that must have cost at least 2,389 dollars. The guests are all stinky smelly vomitous conversationalists and are all ostentatiously dressed. Oldest has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his fergaliscious smelly boys room to Aunt Becca, who mistook it for an early American yucky sick and vomiting little girl. The refreshments are mint chocolate and the idea of serving melted all-over the place ice cream on the rocks showed fudgy chocolate delicious imagination. Visiting here is always a fatigued beyond all experience.

Natalie said...
We are having a perfectly licked up one side and down the other time this evening in the Sprout-watching home of Tonsil Hockey Tonya. The rooms are decorated condescendingly with many stylish uneven stacks of pancakes that must have cost at least 2387428374 dollars. The guests are all bath-needing conversationalists and are all curtain-hidingly dressed. Drippy Drooping Drew has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his tiptoeing through the tulips petrified lip crumb to Fish-slapped Fiona, who mistook it for an early American hundred dollar bill. The refreshments are red and itchy and the idea of serving calf slurp on the rocks showed spleen-obsessed imagination. Visiting here is always a white bread experience.

Suzanne said...
We are having a perfectly red time this evening in the green home of Santa. The rooms are decorated quietly with many stylish Christmas lights that must have cost at least 2 dollars. The guests are all gold conversationalists and are all forcefully dressed. Mrs. Claus has been entertaining us by telling about the time she showed her blue reindeer to The Grinch, who mistook it for an early American Christmas tree. The refreshments are white and the idea of serving egg nog on the rocks showed silver imagination. Visiting here is always a metallic experience.

Thorny Tree Lady said...
We are having a perfectly nogalicious time this evening in the cheese-erific home of PaPa Elf. The rooms are decorated sickeningly with many stylish leftover fruitcakes that must have cost at least 12 dollars. The guests are all fudgetastic conversationalists and are all pointedly dressed. Jovie has been entertaining us by telling about the time she showed her holly-fied wheel of Gouda to Miles Finch, who mistook it for early American mistletoe. The refreshments are underperforming and the idea of serving molten gold on the rocks showed non-jovial imagination. Visiting here is always a Christmas Punch-drunk experience.

Quick Quiz #1

Who am I? I am a/an (adjective) American. I was born (number) years ago in (geographical location). When my father first saw me he said, "(Exclamation)!" I am (number) feet tall, have (adjective) brown eyes, and a/an (adjective) complexion. My hobby is collecting (plural noun). I always speak (adverb) and I have made several (adjective) motion pictures. I am married to (person's name), the well known Hollywood (noun). I have given away thousands of (plural noun) to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my (adjective) nose and my large (noun). Who am I?

ANSWER: I am (name of person in room).

Dalene said...
Who am I? I am an embellished American. I was born B-52 years ago in The Isle of Man. When my father first saw me he said, "Ay Carumba!" I am .99234 and a half feet tall, have rambunctious brown eyes, and an over-inflated complexion. My hobby is collecting arch nemeses. I always speak unwittingly and I have made several infectious motion pictures. I am married to Zelda, the well known Hollywood encyclopedia. I have given away thousands of inkblot tests to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my ego-maniacal nose and my large phobia. Who am I?

ANSWER: I am Wiley Coyote.

Natalie said...
Who am I? I am a snotty American. I was born 98 years ago in Whoville. When my father first saw me he said, "Keep that guy away from my cocaine!" I am 234879832 feet tall, have hung upside down brown eyes, and a pie-snorfing complexion. My hobby is collecting shower-needers. I always speak coughing-stuff-uppingly and I have made several bilingual motion pictures. I am married to Ned Nederlander, the well known Hollywood bird leer. I have given away thousands of cat yaks to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my can't say "rural" without cracking up nose and my large angry elf. Who am I?

ANSWER: I am Stanky Starla.

Becky said...
Who am I? I am a buger green American. I was born 99 years ago in Jellystone National Park. When my father first saw me he said, "Mother of Pearl!!!" I am 1,000,000 feet tall, have crazy brown eyes, and a fearful complexion. My hobby is collecting trashcans. I always speak stubbornly and I have made several mind-boggling motion pictures. I am married to Frosty the Snowman, the well known Hollywood wooly mammoth. I have given away thousands of semicolons to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my potential nose and my large entourage. Who am I?

ANSWER: I am Anne Ridgecrest.

Thorny Tree Lady said...
Who am I? I am a coordinationally challenged American. I was born 8,675,309 years ago in the island where the people from LOST live. When my father first saw me he said, "Holy Schneikies!" I am 815 feet tall, have headache inducing brown eyes, and a rabid complexion. My hobby is collecting empty Reeses Peanut Butter cup mini wrappers. I always speak unceremoniously and I have made several in dire need of dental floss motion pictures. I am married to Glenn Beck, the well known Hollywood Tony the Tiger of Frosted Flakes fame. I have given away thousands of two-liter bottles of 7-Up Pomegranate to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my unusually calm for a mother of 17 kids nose, and my large recipe box full of 17 years of collected and organized recipes that your 18 month old spilled on the floor, leaving it no longer organized. Who am I?

ANSWER: I am Princess Buttercup.