Chatterbox Thursday

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the box
Not a creature was stirring, not even a fox.
Chumbles lay snoozing, alone in his chair,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The gamers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dragon-slaying played in their heads.
And Chumbles in his onesie, with his dodgy hip,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s kip.

When out in the Close there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew 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 his wondering eyes should appear,
But MrTiddles with a sleigh full of beer.

And a little companion, clearly insane,
He knew in a moment; Ozymandias Kane.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Rolling! now, Faceless! now, Cranky and Scam!
On, Cobblers! On, Danky! On Lazy and Dom!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now hoot away! hoot away! hoot 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 beer, and MrTids too.

And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof
The prattling and hooting of each little goof.
As Chumbles drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Tiddles 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 games he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, fondling his sack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were all furry, his nose like a berry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the whiskers of his chin were as white as the snow.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Chumbles laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Led him to believe he had nothing to dread.

Tids spoke not a word, but turned with a jerk
Pulled out a knife. and went straight to his work,
Then 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 we heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas ‘boxers, and to all a good-night!"

Tremendous scenes. Bravo!

Fantastic stuff.

Need to wrap the pm's gifts now... AND the ones from her sister to her. Breathtaking arrogance.

Turkey all cooked and carved and in the fridge. You get a lot of meat from a 2.5kg crown.

Yes I know FILTH

You take that back Cranky or I'll fart in your general direction.

Who's haudin the swedgers?

Bravo! MrTiddles"...looked like a peddler, fondling his sack."

Thank you! Had an afternoon and evening of phone calls, and things are finally looking up! More in tomorrow's box.

Good night all, and Merry Christmas.

Ho Ho Ho

*Merry* Christmas