Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
OOC: In my family, I was raised celebrating Chanukah and Christmas both. A Christmas tradition that we do even today is the reading of the poem Twas the Night Before Christmas by my father as we all sat around the fire on Christmas Even night. So, with some Chaos-style alterations, I'd like to share it with you.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that [member="Tefka"] soon would be there.
The writers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of role-plays danced in their heads.
And Danger in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I flopped out of bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I slid like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little sly driver, far slicker than Jabba,
I knew in a moment it must be our Tefka.
More rapid than banhammers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Matsu! now, Sarge! now, Thurion and Spencer!
On, Soliael! On, Valiens! on, on Kiskla and Asterion!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and Tefka 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 our Tefka came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked 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 mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The end of a cigarette 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 laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Tef,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
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 filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang 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, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Asterion"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]
