Post by aktarian on Dec 16, 2009 17:31:30 GMT -5
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the world
Not an escaped soul was stirring, not even one old.
The traps were prepared with care,
In fear that the reaper soon would be there.
Nina was nestled all snug in her barn,
while she dreamed of beef and, strangely, yarn.
And Sock in the nude, and Ben with his hair,
Had just settled to see what's on air.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Sam sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he 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 lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But the Devil, evil bastard, without a peer.
With a laughter so lively and sick,
Sam knew in a moment it must be that dick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers were heard,
And he called his demons, whole herd!
"Now Beliel! now, Azazel! now, Phenex and Kokabiel!
On, Nisroch! On, Zaqiel! on, on Armaros and Bezaliel!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"
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 glowing eyes, and Devil too.
And then, in a twinkling, Sam heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each Devil's hoof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Devil came with a bound.
He was dressed as business man, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were clean despite ashes and soot.
A box he had in his hands, it looked like a block
And he looked like a peddler, just unlocking the lock.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his hair how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His grinning mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the shirt was as white as the snow.
The vessel he held in his hands,
"Soul's freedom", he said "it ends"
"Don't fail me now, Sammy boy
or for you there will be no joy!"
He was dashing and handsome, a right scarry old elf,
And Sam laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know he had a lot to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the vessel, then returned to the jerk.
Devil laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He jumped in his car, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all went like the down of a thistle.
But Sam heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"I'll be back! Fresh souls will escape, fail to prevent it we might!"
yeah, it sucks I know, but what can I say, I'm bored
Not an escaped soul was stirring, not even one old.
The traps were prepared with care,
In fear that the reaper soon would be there.
Nina was nestled all snug in her barn,
while she dreamed of beef and, strangely, yarn.
And Sock in the nude, and Ben with his hair,
Had just settled to see what's on air.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Sam sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he 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 lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But the Devil, evil bastard, without a peer.
With a laughter so lively and sick,
Sam knew in a moment it must be that dick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers were heard,
And he called his demons, whole herd!
"Now Beliel! now, Azazel! now, Phenex and Kokabiel!
On, Nisroch! On, Zaqiel! on, on Armaros and Bezaliel!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"
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 glowing eyes, and Devil too.
And then, in a twinkling, Sam heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each Devil's hoof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Devil came with a bound.
He was dressed as business man, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were clean despite ashes and soot.
A box he had in his hands, it looked like a block
And he looked like a peddler, just unlocking the lock.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his hair how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His grinning mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the shirt was as white as the snow.
The vessel he held in his hands,
"Soul's freedom", he said "it ends"
"Don't fail me now, Sammy boy
or for you there will be no joy!"
He was dashing and handsome, a right scarry old elf,
And Sam laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know he had a lot to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the vessel, then returned to the jerk.
Devil laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He jumped in his car, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all went like the down of a thistle.
But Sam heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"I'll be back! Fresh souls will escape, fail to prevent it we might!"
yeah, it sucks I know, but what can I say, I'm bored
