Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a GPer in the house. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care even while vomiting up-and-down the chair! In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled snug in their beds while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads! the GP’ers themselves were all exhausted and we’re dreaming of phenergan and zofran in their depleted shelves. !Purchase made & delivered saved the GP Monster from ruining the night! Just about to settle down for a long winters nap. When out on the lawn there with arose such a clatter!
I Sprung from my bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up!Threw up,Threw up , Threw opened the slash
The moon on the Breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a luster of midday to objects below.
What to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
“Looking for the GP’er here? ”
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be ST. Nick!
He asked who is this person who is so sick?
I paused because I had nbeen told to stay in and be quiet,
but he was quick Saint Nick asking me to speak
He says again, “Who j is this person here who is sick?”
Please do not wonder or ask or question again whether or not your God is always with you? Do you hear me little one? The father above is asking for you to remember he hears our prayers he hears all our tears! He cries as you cry. Please, my little ones , remember denomination and location is not the important factors! It ..is the love of your Father! .
Please remember unification through actions under our father’s will is the best gift you could ever give the Father who looks upon you as his dear children. So those of you who suffer from GP remember the gift you asked for may not come exactly as you asked or fit as you expect it will come answered and maybe not the way you expected. My treasures are in the most beautiful unseen ways of our Father.!
More rapid than eagles his coursers came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now, –Dasher! Now, Dancer!Now, Prancer!and a Vixen! ”
On, Comet! On, Cupid’s on Donnerway and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away . Dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly.
When they meet with an obstacle, like Gastroparesis mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew! With a sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too!
And then in the twinkle, I heard on the roof. The prancing and pawing of each little hooks. As I drew in my head and was turning around. Down the chimney came St Nicholas with a bound!
His came with a bound.. But all of the children had left messages to Saint Nicholas to please just heal the people in their family and other families! The families, they were all asking St Nicholas to hplease just let them live… With less pain .and a better quality of life.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot. And his clothes were all tarnished with the ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had long on his back, and he looked like a peddler just poking his head.
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 on his was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it in encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
Lord what a GP’er wouldn’t love to know this feeling –
feeling, so like jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf!
Whether skinny or chubby you can’t find a GP’er that doesn’t try to act like a jolly old elf!
We might put on a face for everybody we’re all right jolly old elf but we’re not true right?
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And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, gave me to know I have nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work, and filled all the stockings; then turned with jerk.
These kids were going to be rewarded for their charity!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave whistle,
And away all they flew like the down on a thistle.
But I heard him explain as he drove out of sight.
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HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
*Adapted from original ”Twas the Night before Christmas