In the beautiful skies
There are clouds passing by
And birds chirping and singing
Happiness they are bringing
Contributing to the perfect day
The sun is so radiant
It's shine is so leniant
In every way
The perfect day is near
We all cheer
It's here.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
A Christmas Story- Rudolph's Red Nose
Rudolph:
Let me tell you how the “red nose” thing really went.
It was a cold December. Snow was coming down hard, so hard we could barely see. The frost was nipping at our ears like little dogs. When we inhaled, we’d get a bunch of snow up our noses. The cold was so intense, even Santa was worried, and when Santa’s worried, everyone’s worried. Some disease had been flying around the stables faster than we could. Unfortunately, I caught it. My body shook, my tan fur was frozen, and I could barely walk-there was no way I could fly-I got it bad. I felt like I could break down at any second, and my insides felt like they had been boiled-then freezed. I was taken to a stinky barn that smelled like vaccines in one room, and puke in the other. I was treated with pills at first, then shots, and then I was taken to any Elf who specialized in medicine. His name was Dr. Smelf- I remember his name vaguegly. He put me on a diet of raspberries and barley-strange, right? Well, it worked. After I recovered from the flu, I got a cold. My nose was so stuffy, it turned red. Now, I was quite popular among the reindeer, I really was. I was always feed first, picked first on a team in the reindeer games, and was always asked to lead Santa’s sleigh. But this Christmas, I looked disgusting with my cold. The reindeer treated me like an outcast, and I was shunned. The reindeer would always make fun of my nose, and even the elves would! But not Santa! He thought my nose was great, even though I didn’t feel that way. His famous line was, “Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” He usually said, “Rudolph will you take a whirl, with me around the world.” Naturally, I was offended about the nose part of his speech, but you can’t sass Big Daddy, so I nodded respectfully, and gracefully. Inside I was thinking, Offensive! And he needs to lose some weight! Well, now I’m famous amongst everyone, so I can’t complain!
Santa:
I’m a good man. I make kids happy! They know I’m a jolly, (I hate to say plump) kind, magical, (I hate to say old) man who brings joy to the world on the 25th of December. I couldn’t ruin my great reputation, but when I walked into the germ-infested stables, and I saw Big-R, I was revolted. Disgusted. Frightened. He was dripping with snot! But most of all, worried. I couldn’t tell Rudolph he looked like a starved, shaved horse with his antlers sticking out of his nose, and I almost did! But I couldn’t. It wasn’t right. I thought I could ask Comet to lead the sleigh, and Big-R to take Comet’s place, but then Big-R would feel down, and I can’t have a reindeer feeling down when they have to go up! I needed Rudolph because it was a tradition, and all the extra reindeer were too sick to fill in. I was in a dilemma. I did everything I could to make Rudolph better. I gave him pills. That didn’t work. I tried shots. That didn’t work. Then, I called upon Dr. Smelf, an elf elder who had worked with a doctor. He fixed Rudolph up, but left him with a terrible cold. Big-R was sneezing all over the place! I was walking around when I overheard an elf-I think Elf 2013- saying I should just tell people Rudolph’s nose could glow! Well, no one would like the idea if an elf suggested it so I took credit. Soon it made Rudolph a legend!
I told you I was a good man.
Elf 2013:
That’s right. I’m just a number, named by Santa. He’s the greediest, shallowest, cruelest man to walk the poles! He makes us elves work all day, and tells kids we love working in a tight factory, bringing happiness to those who don’t work for it. And to make matters worse, Santa gets all the credit. It’s us making the presents, the reindeer pulling the sleigh, and Mrs. Claus making the naughty/nice list. All Santa does is sit his fat bottom into a comfortable sleigh, made by us! But no! Santa is loved, while everyone else here is put aside. Once, a horrible disease started to kill off the elves. No one cared expect Mrs. Claus who’s very kind. Then, the reindeer caught it. Suddenly, everyone was worried. So, when Santa came strolling in and stole my fame, I got so fed up! Who does Santa think he is, with his “I’m so famous” and his take-credit ways?
I should be famous.
Let me tell you how the “red nose” thing really went.
It was a cold December. Snow was coming down hard, so hard we could barely see. The frost was nipping at our ears like little dogs. When we inhaled, we’d get a bunch of snow up our noses. The cold was so intense, even Santa was worried, and when Santa’s worried, everyone’s worried. Some disease had been flying around the stables faster than we could. Unfortunately, I caught it. My body shook, my tan fur was frozen, and I could barely walk-there was no way I could fly-I got it bad. I felt like I could break down at any second, and my insides felt like they had been boiled-then freezed. I was taken to a stinky barn that smelled like vaccines in one room, and puke in the other. I was treated with pills at first, then shots, and then I was taken to any Elf who specialized in medicine. His name was Dr. Smelf- I remember his name vaguegly. He put me on a diet of raspberries and barley-strange, right? Well, it worked. After I recovered from the flu, I got a cold. My nose was so stuffy, it turned red. Now, I was quite popular among the reindeer, I really was. I was always feed first, picked first on a team in the reindeer games, and was always asked to lead Santa’s sleigh. But this Christmas, I looked disgusting with my cold. The reindeer treated me like an outcast, and I was shunned. The reindeer would always make fun of my nose, and even the elves would! But not Santa! He thought my nose was great, even though I didn’t feel that way. His famous line was, “Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” He usually said, “Rudolph will you take a whirl, with me around the world.” Naturally, I was offended about the nose part of his speech, but you can’t sass Big Daddy, so I nodded respectfully, and gracefully. Inside I was thinking, Offensive! And he needs to lose some weight! Well, now I’m famous amongst everyone, so I can’t complain!
Santa:
I’m a good man. I make kids happy! They know I’m a jolly, (I hate to say plump) kind, magical, (I hate to say old) man who brings joy to the world on the 25th of December. I couldn’t ruin my great reputation, but when I walked into the germ-infested stables, and I saw Big-R, I was revolted. Disgusted. Frightened. He was dripping with snot! But most of all, worried. I couldn’t tell Rudolph he looked like a starved, shaved horse with his antlers sticking out of his nose, and I almost did! But I couldn’t. It wasn’t right. I thought I could ask Comet to lead the sleigh, and Big-R to take Comet’s place, but then Big-R would feel down, and I can’t have a reindeer feeling down when they have to go up! I needed Rudolph because it was a tradition, and all the extra reindeer were too sick to fill in. I was in a dilemma. I did everything I could to make Rudolph better. I gave him pills. That didn’t work. I tried shots. That didn’t work. Then, I called upon Dr. Smelf, an elf elder who had worked with a doctor. He fixed Rudolph up, but left him with a terrible cold. Big-R was sneezing all over the place! I was walking around when I overheard an elf-I think Elf 2013- saying I should just tell people Rudolph’s nose could glow! Well, no one would like the idea if an elf suggested it so I took credit. Soon it made Rudolph a legend!
I told you I was a good man.
Elf 2013:
That’s right. I’m just a number, named by Santa. He’s the greediest, shallowest, cruelest man to walk the poles! He makes us elves work all day, and tells kids we love working in a tight factory, bringing happiness to those who don’t work for it. And to make matters worse, Santa gets all the credit. It’s us making the presents, the reindeer pulling the sleigh, and Mrs. Claus making the naughty/nice list. All Santa does is sit his fat bottom into a comfortable sleigh, made by us! But no! Santa is loved, while everyone else here is put aside. Once, a horrible disease started to kill off the elves. No one cared expect Mrs. Claus who’s very kind. Then, the reindeer caught it. Suddenly, everyone was worried. So, when Santa came strolling in and stole my fame, I got so fed up! Who does Santa think he is, with his “I’m so famous” and his take-credit ways?
I should be famous.
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