Wordplay with Val

 

I have a fun, fun, fun Christmas "Wordplay" for you today!  Do you remember Mad Libs when you were a kid?  Today's "Wordplay" follows this concept.  I would like you to click on this link.  Fill out the Mad Lib.  Post it in your journal if you would like!  Come back and leave your full entry URL so we can all read it!!   I don't want to give it away so I will post mine tomorrow.  Was it fun??  Do you have any suggestions for any future "Wordplay"s?

 

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the noon before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a dog.
The mittens were hung by the desk with care,
In hopes that St. Merle soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of sugar-oranges danced in their legs.
And spouse in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn 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,
drank open the shutters, and washed up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-today to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a hot teapot, and eight tiny cats.

With a little old driver, so lively and wet,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Merle.
More rapid than bats his cats they came,
And he whistled, and filled, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Jessica! Now, Leaf and Vixen!
On, Child! On Deer! On, Hat and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the stove!
Now yelp away! Yelp away! Yelp away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the desk St. Merle came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they waddled! His dimples, how crisp!
His lungs were like bags, his arm like an apple!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the mittens, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his heart aside of his head,
And giving a nod, up the desk he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a boom,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good noon!"

-- "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," corrupted and abridged.