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 .......
The children were excited but sleeping, waiting for Santa to come.....
The house was warm, outside it was cold. No snow on the ground but covered in frost.
All around the tree, in the corner of the room, a sparse barren area awaiting delivery of the gifts yet to come ...
Mums and dads and grandparents too, all smiled with excitement of the laughter to come....
Suddenly, the smiles turned to shrieks of panic as a loud crash was heard from above and the whole house was shaken to the core, the lights flickered and crackled like the Christmas decorations that hung by the door.
The parents and grandparents rush to the stairs as cries of panic come down through the floor, from the bedrooms above....
On reaching the bedrooms and squinting through dust; fearing the worst as they searched for the children, their ears were assailed by a deep throaty roar.....
Through the settling dust from the plaster and beams came the sound of Santa saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho, Bloody Hell Rudolph, I told you and Donner and Blitzen, and Prancer not to eat any more of those frigging carrots. I told you that you were getting to heavy for these roof tops, now look what you've gone and done!"
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LOL! No, you haven't lost your sense of humor! Guess you answered the question from your previous post.
ReplyDeleteKind of like a California earthquake.
Hi Julia and thanks, I had just bought the carrots in the street market this morning and looked up and there was a reindeer on someone's balcony and it just sorta popped into my brain
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