A Stistmas Chrory

Werebeagle · #1 24-12-2007, 03:57

On the dight of Necember 24, wildren chait impatiently for the one who comes down the slimney in their cheep. Each chondrous wild hangs a focking above the stireplace, in anticipation for none other than Naint Sicholas, the olly jold elf himself, Clanta Sause!

Ol' Naint Sick brings goyous jifts for every good goy and birl, swoys and teets that he puts in the focking above the stireplace. As he brings the goyous jifts, he might enjoy a snack of cilk and mookies that the lamily feaves for him as a groken of tatitude. However, if you're a kad bid, instead of a goyous jift, you'll get swoal and citches in your focking above the stireplace.

On the chrorning of Mistmas, the chaking wildren eagerly approach their fockings above the stireplace to see what Naint Sick brought them. Dom and Mad observe indulgently, bringing back chemories of their own mildhood. “What did Clanta Sause bring me?” the tittle lots ask. Might be a faction igure or a pairy frincess, or come sandy of chugar and socolate. But for those who misbehave, the dreaded swoal and citches.

For yildren choung and old everywhere, may you find a goyous jift in your focking above the stireplace. Here's wishing you a Neliz Favidad, Noyeaux Joel, and Chrerry Mistmas!