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December 12, 2008

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Tanza

...Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Crystal

The stockings by the chimney with care;

Crystal

Oops! I forgot "were hung"

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;

plannerchick

Ladies you're supposed to be creating your own story, lol!!!

Socialchick

Mother wishes she could sleep and so does her spouse. The kids were crying and yelling for juice but all they had was a cup of Chocolate mouse. lol!

That is all I got!

Beverlydru

This is the best version I have ever read. I can't improve upon it!

'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be The Day!

The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and this sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

Lisa Nall

I'm not very creative myself but I found this Dieters version online.

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips
Were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care
In hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.

While Mama in her girdle and I in chin straps
Had just settled down to sugar-borne naps.
When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash,
Tore open the icebox then threw up the sash.
The marshmallow look of the new-fallen snow
Sent thoughts of a binge to my body below.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear
A marzipan Santa with eight chocolate reindeer!
That huge chunk of candy so luscious and slick
I knew in a second that I’d wind up sick.

The sweet-coated santa, those sugared reindeer
I closed my eyes tightly but still I could hear;
On Pritzker, on Stillman, on weak one, on TOPS
A Weight Watcher dropout from sugar detox.

From the top of the scales to the top of the hall
Now dash away pounds now dash away all.
Dressed up in Lane Bryant from my head to nightdress
My clothes were all bulging from too much excess.

My droll little mouth and my round little belly,
They shook when I laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
I spoke not a word but went straight to my work
Ate all of the candy then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger beside my heartburn
Gave a quick nod toward the bedroom I turned.
I eased into bed, to the heavens I cry–
If temptation’s removed I’ll get thin by and by.

And I mumbled again as I turned for the night
In the morning I’ll starve… ’til I take that first bite!

Malyn

...Everyone was up playing
With our new pet mouse!
We named her Cher
as the result of a dare!
She had the cutest little bed
In the Shape of a Sled!
We had been up so wired
That now we were all tired.
We all went to sleep
Without even a peep.
We woke up to see Cher in a Santa suit scurrying out of sight,
She looked back and said,
"Merry Christmas to you all, and to all a good-night!"

Okay, so this is a really wacko story, but it's what my crazy imagination came up with. LoL =)

Pines Lake Redhead

Mine doesn't rhyme but it's very accurate!

Twas the Night Before Christmas…

And this was my To-Do List for the day…

1. Drop the boys off at the Grandparents house and hope they don’t drive each other nuts.
2. Go to work.
3. Call husband to remind him to wear sunscreen on the golf course.
4. Wonder why I don’t have the day off.
5. Ask a co-worker to intervene and not let me eat any more cookies or chocolate that seems to be multiplying in the office.
6. Field numerous phone calls from parents and/or children about last minute holiday details.
7. Race home from work, pick up boys on the way.
8. Get home and wake up husband from after-golf nap.
9. Dress for Mass in record time.
10. Load presents into car.
11. Drive one hour north to MIL house’s while listening to a recording of Patrick Stewart’s one-man-show of A Christmas Carol.
12. Meet at MIL’s house for caravan to Church.
13. Arrive at Church one hour early for Mass so we can actually get seats.
14. Hold MIL’s hand when she cries during the hymns.
15. After Mass, return to MIL’s house for hors d’oeuvres made from recipes originally created in the 1950’s.
16. Wish I had eaten a bigger lunch.
17. Open presents… wonder where in my house I’m going to stick yet another Boyd’s Bear.
18. Drive home at a ridiculously late hour and listen to the rest of A Christmas Carol.
19. Fight back tears in my eyes when I see our house lit up in the lights my husband and sons put up.
20. Say the phrase, “Get off your brother!” a few times.
21. Get into my PJ’s.
22. Find Baby Jesus and place him in the crèche.
23. Listen as the boys take turns reading The Polar Express.
24. Try to stay awake later than the teenagers so my husband and I can fill their stockings.
25. Finally crawl into bed and snuggle with my husband.
26. Thank God for the strength and wisdom I’ve needed over the years to get me to this point in my life.
27. Count my blessings. Especially, my husband, our boys, family, and health.
28. Fall asleep holding my husband’s hand while dreaming of my mother’s cooking on Christmas day.

Scrapper26

Although I am not creative, I am resourcful and I found the "teacher" version!

'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the school
Not a pupil was silent, no matter what rule.
The children were busy with paper and paste;
The mess that they made with it couldn't be faced.

The teacher half frantic and almost in tears,
Had just settled down to work with her dears,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
up sprang the kids to see what was the matter!

Away to the door they all flew like a flash;
The one who was leading went down with a crash.
Then what to their wondering eyes did appear
But a green Christmas tree! (To decorate I fear!)

When the teacher saw this, she almost grew sick.
She knew in a moment it must be Old Nick!
She ran to the door (all her efforts were vain)
But she shouted, and stamped, and she called them by name;

"Now Tommy! Now Sandy, Now Judy and Harry!
Stop Billy! Stop Robert! Stop Donny and Sherry!
Now get to your places get away from the hall
Now get away! Get away! Get away all!

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
The pupils, pell mell, started scurrying by.
They ran to the blackboard and skipped down the aisle;
Their faces were shining and each had a smile.

First came a basket of popcorn to string
Then came the Christmas tree (menacing thing).
As the tree was brought in there arose a great shout;
The pupils were merrily romping about.

The state they were in could lead to a riot;
The teacher was sure, if allowed, they would try it.
Her nerves how they jangled! Her temples were throbbing!
The rush of her breath sounded almost like sobbing!

The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask;
It was plain that she didn't feel up to her task.
The look in her eye would have tamed a wild steer,
But the children ignored it; they did every year.

A tear from her eye and a shake of her head
Soon led me to think that she wished she were dead.
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work,
Strung all the popcorn which broke with a jerk.

But at last it was finished and placed on the tree;
Then came the bell and the children were free.
Their shrill little voices soon faded away
And peace was restored at the end of the day.

As she looked at the Christmas tree glistening and tall,
She smiled as she whispered,

"Merry Christmas to All"



Credit: http://www.fiftiesweb.com/christmas/twastchr.htm

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