‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
The Grins were all stirring, all in a rouse.
Their stocking were hung on each shelf with care,
In the hopes that something to push would soon be there;
Later the Frogs were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of anarchy flew in their heads;
With Froggy causing grief, and Groggy in his cap,
Grins settled down for a ‘3′ minute nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter.
Grins sprang from his bed and was pushed off a ladder.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
He threw open the curtains and the window went smash.
Gave him a joy that a few Grins did know,
Being up so high, the ground down below.
When to his beady eyes what did appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, looking green and all ‘trick’.
He knew in a moment it must be old St. Frog-nick
More rapid than legos when down they did came,
He whistle, and shouted and called them by name;
‘Now you with the antlers, and you with the name, you with that face, you all look the same!
To the top of the shelf! I’ll make you all fall! Now go away! go away! I hate you all!’
So up to the roof-top the reindeer they flew,
With the Sleigh full of toys and St. Frog-nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
Grins couldn’t believe what he was seeing and he wanted some proof,
He also wanted those damn dirty reindeer all off his roof!!
He was filling with rage and was turning around,
And out of the chimney another Frog did bound.
He was all dressed in fur, from his head to his foot,
He looked very dapper in his little red suit.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His face quite hairy!
His cheeks were like roses, his grin quite merry!
His pink little mouth was drawn like a bow,
The beard on his chin looked very fake you know.
The stump of a candy pipe he held tight in his grip,
And when he pretended to smoke it, it was quite a trip.
He had a green face and a little round belly,
That shook when he farted, it was really quite smelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right old frog,
Grins laughed out loud when he saw him trip on a log.
A glare in his eye and a twist of his head,
Now told Grins he had something to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work
He filled all but one stocking, Grins thought him a jerk.
Being cheap with the presents, what a damn Jew!
And giving a nod, up the chimney he flew.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they took off like an inter-continental ballistic missile.
Grins heard him exclaim, as he drove out of view,
‘For laughing dear Grins, I left you some poo!!’
Grins was quite angry and shouted at the old elf,
‘Just for that I’m going to push you off a shelf!’
Grins vowed this is not over, and will not end well,
He’ll have the last laugh and see St. Frog-nick in hell!
THE END.
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