Happy holidays, everyone! Obviously, I am unaware of where you live and if/what religion you may practice, so let me just wish you a safe and happy season. Here is my rendition of The Night Before Christmas, Alice in Wonderland style. Enjoy!
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Dormouse.
My new hats were sitting on the shelf with care,
With myself in hopes that Alice soon would be there.
My friends were all rested and snug in their beds,
While visions of teacups danced in their heads.
A needle in hand and head under hat,
I'd just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out by our Table there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a Bandersnatch,
I tore open the shutters and then threw open the catch.
The moon shone on flowers under new-fallen snow
Providing a silence we never had known.
When, what to my sallow, yellow eyes should appear,
But a miniature carriage containing a woman so dear.
With only little stumble did I run out there so quick,
Her eyes locked onto mine in only a tick.
More rapid than JubJub Birds she finally came,
Wrapping her arms around me and calling my name;
"Mr. Mad Hatter, you look so worn and tired!
You hardly resemble the man I've desired!
But never mind that, I've come here today
Because right here in Wonderland is where I will stay!"
Right at that moment I felt my heart fly,
Meeting no obstacle other than the sky.
So up to the windmills I felt we both flew,
With hat on my head and her dress still blue.
And then, in a flash, I heard from the roof
The falling of snow with a great, big 'oomph.'
As I looked through the window and was turning around,
I both heard and felt Alice leap with a bound.
I looked back to see her putting on a show
About how never in her life she'd ever seen so much snow.
And finally I could see her after so long a Time
The whole moment thinking the mere word, "Mine."
Her eyes- how they twinkled! Her dimples so cute;
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose a small fruit!
Her small, pink lips drawn up like a bow,
Her teeth chattering as she still talked of snow,
That loose strand of hair she twirled in her hand,
Emanating beauty from where she did stand.
I grew a crooked grin and a minute amount of pride,
That grew when I realized that this feeling couldn't hide.
She was confident and strong, a Champion to the end,
And I discovered that I had a title to defend.
I gave a wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Madness was telling me I had nothing to dread.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And with a gentle tug grasped her waist with a jerk.
I laid my lips on the side of her face
And given a sigh, was rewarded with grace.
From the rooftop I vaguely registered a whistle,
Too distracted were we that we didn't even bristle.
But I strictly remember hearing what gave us good fright,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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