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| Anonymous #760993 7 months ago |
rainbow the red nosed pony |
| DooFashion #761015 7 months ago |
No, that not how it goes....
T’was the night before Hearth Warming, when All through the stable, Not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse we named Mabel; The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nickel Hooves soon would be there; All the fillies and foals were all snug in their beds, While visions of candies pranced round in their heads; With Doctor in his bowtie, and I with my hat, Had just settled in, ready to sleep ‘til winter’s wrap — When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window, I flew like a Dash, Tore open the shutters, and threw open the sash. The light of the moon on the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below; When what to my wandering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than griffins, his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: “Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen, “On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen; “To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! “Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the reindeer they flew, With the sleigh full of toys — and St. Nickel Hooves too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nickel Hooves came with a bound: He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his hoof, And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little muzzle was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old horse, The sight was so cheerful that I laughed too of course; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his hoof aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle: But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight — ‘Happy Hearth Warmings to all, and to all a warm night!’ |
| Calpain #762198 7 months ago |
Bravo DooFashion! Bravo! |