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A more refined version of the "Night Before Christmas" Click here for a pdf copy of Nocturnal Segment The Nocturnal Segment of the Diurnal Period Preceding the Annual Yuletide Celebration Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus Musculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from the eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas. The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof. Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself… thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly aware to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power traveling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities. As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved… with utmost celerity and via a downward leap… entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebon residue from the oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle. His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus Avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water. Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose gray fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container, He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me risibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless. Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from the aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition of his olefactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that selfsame assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn."
Twas The Night Before a Physics Test by Stacy Visneski Click here for a pdf copy of Twas the Night Before a Physics Test Twas the night before a physics test And all through the house Not a creature was stirring ‘Cept me and my mouse Papers were flung about my room without care In hopes I could find a way to pass somewhere My brother was tucked all snug in his bed I thought I’d go up and shave his big head With my book on the desk and me in my jammies I settled down for a long night of crammies When suddenly I just about imploded I sprang from my chair, my brain overloaded Out through the window I flew with a crash And due to gravity, I landed in trash The moon couldn’t be seen through the falling rain And the wind blew about like a hurricane Then what to my exhausted eyes should I see But a chariot drawn by horses coming at me With a little old driver dressed in toga and thongs I knew at once this night would be way too long More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came He shouted and called what I think were their names "Now Gravity, now Speed, Now Vector and Forces On Momentum and Pendula. Move it now horses! Watch out for that porch, look out for the wall Now Gravity, stop that before we all fall." And then in a thumping I heard each hoof As they landed full force upon my poor roof I ran inside and looked all around As down the chimney Galileo came with a bound He was dressed all in white from his head to his foot And he tried to shake off all the ashes and soot A bundle of scrolls he had on his back And I felt as though I’d have a heart attack His eyes, how they shone, his smile so merry Geez, is it me or is this getting scary? He opened his mouth and he let out a laugh And then he began to spew out some math He torqued of gravity that pulls us all down And centripetal forces when things go around He told many a formula and laughed every time When I said, "What, Huh?" He was smart and wise, like ancient old elf Then he began to throw things off of my shelf And as an apple fell on my poor aching head He told me physics was nothing to dread He spoke of cross products and how they work He taught ‘bout springs, then turned with a jerk All the physics was finally rambled Then, up the chimney, he clumsily scrambled He sprang to his chariot and let out a shout Inertia then bolted and Galileo fell out As he climbed in again, I heard him say "By the way child, tomorrow’s Saturday!"
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