I can’t take credit for this, but for a few edits here and there to change it around to a Nightrider version. See, the #1lineWed theme is **CHIMNEY**. I had a couple of fireplaces but those mentions were in NIGHT WISH and SILENT NIGHT so I had to come up with something Christmasy for today. Anyway, with semi apologies to Clement Moore…
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the club
Not a creature was stirring, not even a cub;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Nightrider Wolves were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Harleys danced in their heads;
My old lady in her ’kerchief, and I in my vest,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s rest,
When out on the yard 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 lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
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, 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 meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the clubhouse 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 head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas 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 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;
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;
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.”
I was abit worried in the beginning, 😏 because I know how the guys are abojt taking care of old ladies and kids. They get all claws, fangs and fur😉.
But St. Nicholas could handle his own😊😊😊
How can tomorrow already be Christmas Eve??
Hey, the Wolves know a brother when they see him. 😉
I know, right?!?! Tomorrow, yikes! I’m done but for the last-minute grocery run to stock up so I don’t have to approach a retail place until next week. Merry Christmas, lady! 🎄💖🎄
Gah! I’m a day off all over the place. Loved your version of the old poem!
I hope you have a great today and an awesome Christmas!
Thanks and right back at’cha! Merry Christmas. 🎄