Re: Monthly chat December 2018
A philosophical Advent from Saint Nicholas.
BY Phil Vlasak,
Inspired by CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE,
'Twas the night before the Nativity of Jesus, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Mus musculus.
The long silk foot-shaped bags were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-coated caraway seed candy danced in their heads.
And mamma in her large colorful Bandana and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the forest of green conifers there arose such a clatter,
I sprang 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 the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Rangifer tarandus.
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than Aves Accipitridaes his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Sprinter! now, Stepper! now Strutter and shrew!
On, Serpent! on, Swinish! on, Scriber and True!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of books puzzles games and Saint Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red Russian Sable fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with wood ashes and soot;
A bundle of books puzzles and games he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they shimmered of aluminum metalized polyethylene!
his small depressions in flesh, , how merry!
His cheeks were like Rosa rugosas,
his nose like a Prunus cerasus!
His charming little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a Alderman pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the tobacco smoke circled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face, and a little round stomach,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of collagen extracted from bones.
He was chubby and plump, 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 went straight to his work,
And filled all the long cotton foot-shaped bags, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a Cynareae thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Nativity of Jesus to all, and to all a good night!"
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