Christmas Poem 2010

'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!"

Heffalump said...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sled
Not a creature was stirring, not even hot cocoa.
The mittens were tucked, all snug in their snowballs,
While visions of tinsel-wearing plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the fireplace there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my igloo to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little sugar-induced belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of elves.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the ribbons, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his avalanche aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the ski patrol he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he licked out of sight,
"Stressed Out Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Millie said...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the dilapidated slop bowl
Not a creature was stirring, not even hot bunny buns on a stick.
The bathtub rings were tucked, all snug in their Birk stinks,
While visions of raunchy plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the pink rhinestone tiara there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Elvis impersonator to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little instructions-eschewing belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of scissors.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the fern spores, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his two-headed snake aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the guy elected president because he's not George Bush, he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he throttled out of sight,
"Lichen-covered Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"