Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

The stockings were hung by the chimbley with care

In the hopes that the grinch would

oops no sorry – in hopes that Ike soon would be there

For Ike loves Christmas the whole Christmas season

Now please don’t ask why I’m sure I don’t know a reason

It could be the presents wrapped under the tree

It could be the decorations, now please don’t ask me

But Ike loves Christmas all the way down to his shiny green skin

And when there’s no Chimney who do you think lets St Nick in?

So when you’re in need of some real Christmas cheer

Look around very carefully because while St Nick can’t be everwhere

Ike and his buddies are out to make Christmas fun

So come on, get out, enjoy the day everyone

and don’t forget the suncream for the hot summer sun!

(Of course if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere you might be better off not forgetting a bright red coat.)

Merry Christmas everyone from Ike and myself.  And for all of you having a not-so-good Christmas (like poor Perrin suffering from ostentatios myelitis – I’m not entirely sure what it is but it seems to have turned one of her legs into rubber)  we’re thinking of you especially.Ike-rescuedweb

AJ Ponder & Ikebroomstick

 

 

 

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About ajponder

A.J. Ponder is the award winning author of Wizard's Guide to Wellington, Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death, as well as a number of well-regarded short stories, including Dying for the Record.
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