Ill Nino
4:08am, December 24, 2005
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[Delete] | Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Mansion house
The smell of wet dog was stirring..Wolverine, you louse!
The stockings were hung by the door with care,
In hopes that Sam Guthrie wouldn't be there.
The children wouldn't go to bed,
So Nate Grey implanted dreams of naked bitches in their head.
And Jean in her kerchief, and Scott in his cap, were as clueless as to what to do.
What a sap!
When out on the lawn there arose a great clatter,
I leaped from from my bed to see Blob eating and getting a little fatter.
Away to the window I skidded in a dash, and tore open the windows,
Oh shit! Warren! Im'a gonna crash!!
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Made me think that Bobby Drake had been below.
When what to my curious eyes would appear,
But a jolly Kitty Pryde! But...then she had to go and disappear!
But there was a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer, with a old driver, so lively and quick,
I wondered if Professor Xavier was trying to be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled! and shouted,
..Then used telepathy to call their name.
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they got stuck, I started to think that Storm was helping him to the sky.
So up to the Mansion-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Xavier too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I formed my Psychic Knife in my hand,
And was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Xavier 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 toys he had stuffed in his pack,
And I reasoned with myself that at least he was walking, and not flat on his back.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
Well hey, at least he didn't have to pay the Long Island Toll Ferry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow..
"St. Xavier, you know you can't smoke!", I said as I saw the stump of a pipe within his teeth,
But he just smiled and around my neck, he placed a Genoshan wreath!
He had a slender face, and hardly a belly..that didn't really shake but outside,
I think I just heard Toad spit some jelly.
Xavier wasn't too chubby and plump,
And I couldn't really compare him to a elf-
I think if Nightcrawler was there I would have laughed harder, myself.
A wink of his eye and a thought from his head,
Soon made me think via telepathic influence that I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And filled all the stockings;
Xavier wasn't a jerk!
And laying a finger on my nose,
He gave me a nod and up the chimney telekinetically he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to Storm he gave a whistle;
And away, they flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim as they flew out of sight..
"Happy X-Mas, and to all..a good night!"
-Just a little thing I wrote up. Hope you enjoy it.
Edited 10:14pm, December 23, 2005 by Ill Nino, author. |
