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I found this poem me & Jamie had to do in English last year.
We had to take 'Twas the Night Before Christmas & change it.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Neverland
Not a creature was stirring, not even a little boy;
The stockings were hung by Michaels sled with care,
In hopes that Michael Jackson soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of crazy rides danced in their heads;
And Michael in his mask, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a short winter nap,
When out past the gate there arose such a clatter,
All the boys sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we 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 luster of mid-day to rides below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight little boys,
With a little old driver, so scary and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Michael Jackson.
More rapid that eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Blanket, now Prince Michael, now Shelby, and Kyle!
On Mark, on Jeremy, on Weston, and Bruce!
To the top of the Ferris Wheel, to the top of the roller coaster,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with the gate, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of surprises, and Michael Jackson too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Michael Jackson came with a bound.
He was dressed in all silk, from head to his foot,
And his clothes ere all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a girl just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were pale, his nose was not there!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as his skin;
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 laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right little boy,
And I laughed when I saw him, he had our toys;
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; they turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose cartilage,
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, when he flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all boys, and to all their fathers, good-night!"
There was a picture, but I don't feel like putting it up.
So me & Amanda are probably the only ones not going to the hop tonight. But that's okay, cause we're leaving in 2 hours to go see Mudvayne.
We had to take 'Twas the Night Before Christmas & change it.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Neverland
Not a creature was stirring, not even a little boy;
The stockings were hung by Michaels sled with care,
In hopes that Michael Jackson soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of crazy rides danced in their heads;
And Michael in his mask, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a short winter nap,
When out past the gate there arose such a clatter,
All the boys sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we 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 luster of mid-day to rides below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight little boys,
With a little old driver, so scary and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Michael Jackson.
More rapid that eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Blanket, now Prince Michael, now Shelby, and Kyle!
On Mark, on Jeremy, on Weston, and Bruce!
To the top of the Ferris Wheel, to the top of the roller coaster,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with the gate, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of surprises, and Michael Jackson too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Michael Jackson came with a bound.
He was dressed in all silk, from head to his foot,
And his clothes ere all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a girl just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were pale, his nose was not there!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as his skin;
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 laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right little boy,
And I laughed when I saw him, he had our toys;
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; they turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose cartilage,
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, when he flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all boys, and to all their fathers, good-night!"
There was a picture, but I don't feel like putting it up.
So me & Amanda are probably the only ones not going to the hop tonight. But that's okay, cause we're leaving in 2 hours to go see Mudvayne.