Originally Posted By knightnfrees Twas the knight before Christmas, when all though LP Not a creature was posting, not even ElderP The Churros were hung by the virtual chimney with care In hopes that St. Fodd soon would be there. The LPers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of DL fudge danced in their heads. And Mama in her girdle and I in my Henly's had just settled our lease for our two brand new Bentleys. When out on the WE there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the Playpen to see what was the matter. Away with Windows, I just couldn't hack, Tore open the box, it was a new Mac!! The loon in the thread had me balling, "Oh, no"! I was so flustered to what I read below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a minature Mele and 8 tiny Darkbeer. With a little old Admin, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, it must be Saint...Richard. More rapid than 2oony with one-liners, he threw, and he whistled and shouted and called them, too true! Now Pixie!, Now Inspector!, Now Smedley and dwbaloo! On, TDG! On, Knightnfrees! On, ukfan and SuzieQ! To the top of the thread To the top of the post Click away, click away, click away all! And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the page the prancing and dancing on the lil LP stage. As I drew in to Playpen and was looking around, down came the puns of St. Fodd with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his toes, and his clothes were all tarnished with cinnamon and Cheetos™. A bundle of AP’s he had flung on his back, and he looked like a scalper with a big stack. His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His spry little mouth let out a pun, and the humor in that was so much fun. The lanyard he held tight in his teeth, and the pass it encircled was like a square wreath. He had a warm face and owned a little deli, that sold roast beef, Like brisket in his belly. He was dressed to the nines, 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 typed it out swell and filled all the stockings by ringing a bell... And laying his finger aside of his face, and giving a nod, to this Laughing Place. He sprang to his motorhome, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like a heat-seeking missle. But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Originally Posted By chickendumpling Man! I *never* make it into these things. ;p Very well done, knight. You are a true talent. Thank you for sharing your wonderful work.
Originally Posted By iluvdisneyland Notice that CHURROS are used as decorations for the occasion of the birth of Christ. Not corn popped in the bowels of hell. Repent ye sinners! Join the Holy Churroian Church! - His Eminence
Originally Posted By trailsend <-------pouting Where's my name, huh??? huh???? No, really, it's very clever and cute! Good job!
Originally Posted By EdisYoda <---Standing Ovation I never get mentioned in these stories. I reallllllly need to get a new agent!
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Too cute! TDG and I wrote one of these years ago. I wonder if I still have a copy on my computer. . . .
Originally Posted By smedley Hee hee that's really cute, and I made it into it Yay! How to make a girl smile lol!
Originally Posted By chickendumpling <<I say the posters left out should "unite" against our fair knight.>> LOL! NEVER! I may be crazy but I am loyal.
