Its that time of year again, only this time we actually posted it on the day it should be posted on! Hehe please review.

Two-Bit: hey guys, I got a story I wanna read you guys. *brings in a book with Santa on the cover*

Dally: What is it?

Two-bit: it's called Twas the night before Christmas

Pony: Oh I like this story.

Johnny: Me too.

(Johnny and Pony sit down to listen.)

Two-Bit: Ok we go 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 St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

Dally: What the hells a 'kerchief?

Two-bit: hell if I know, I'm just reading the story

(Dally rolls his eyes.)

Two-Bit: 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 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 objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

Steve: I didn't think Reindeer were that tiny.

Soda: Yeah, I thought reindeer were pretty big.

Two-Bit: just shut up, I'm trying to read. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

Dally: I thought there names were sleepy, grumpy, stuff like that...

Steve: No that was the 7 dwarfs, and I think we got dopey. *Points to Dally*

Dally: Hey! *Raises a fist*

Pony: God, will you two be nice and shut up? It's Christmas.

Two-Bit: yea theres more story. 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 St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

Dally: A reindeer gets on my roof and I'm shooting it

Steve: You would not!

Dally: Would too, and you know it.

Two-Bit: *Getting frustrated* Guys, can you argue after I'm done reading?

Dally: Whatever...

Two-Bit: Thank you 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;

Soda: Sounds like Pony when he's got a cold

Pony: Yeah, without the beard and being merry.

Two-bit: may I continue? Thank you. 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 jolly old elf, 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;

Dally: Sounds like Two-bit after he's been drinking alot.

Two-Bit: hey not nice!

Steve: But true.

Johnny: Guys be nice to him and just let him finish the story.

Two-Bit: Thank you, Johnny. 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!"

Pony: hey that was good, I liked it...well after Dally and Steve stopped arguing.

Johnny: Yeah, me too.

Two-bit: Well that's it, story's over.

Tim: God bless us everyone.

Pony: Wrong story, Shepard.

Hehe hope you all enjoyed! Please leave us good reviews to come back to after our own X-mas's