Twas the night before christmas

'Twas the millennium before Christmas, and all through the treehouse,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a pegasus.
The hats were hung by the chair with care,
In hopes that St. Megan soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their refrigerators,
While visions of sugar-candy danced in their toes.
And enemy in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
condemned open the shutters, and lifted up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-century to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a sparkly pounamu, and eight tiny unicorns.

With a little old driver, so lively and shiny,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Megan.
More rapid than bats his unicorns they came,
And he whistled, and plummeted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Reiana! Now, Igloo and Vixen!
On, Dude! On Bluebird! On, T-shirt and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the pencil!
Now hiss away! Hiss away! Hiss away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chair St. Megan came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they flirted! His dimples, how colourful!
His hairs were like books, his nose like an ice cream!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the hats, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his eye aside of his finger,
And giving a nod, up the chair he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a snort,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good millennium!"

SONG TITLE: Frosty the chicken-Man

Frosty the rooster-man
Was a/an smelly, slimy soul
With a corncob duck and a button tounge
And two eyes made out of pavalova.
Frosty the chicken-man was a/an bright tale, they say.
He was made of cheeseburger, but the children know
How he came to buttsville one day.
There must have been some magic
In that old scarf they found,
For when they placed it on his nose,
He began to sitting around.
Frosty the chicken-man
Was alive as he could be,
And the cows say he could sleeping and watching,
Just the same as clown and me.

Accident story

Hiwi The kiwi

It was a warm Sunday morning, the sky was blue, the birds were chirping. Bob and Lisa decided to go fishing, although they were both quite strong swimmers, they decided to wear their life jackets anyway, because at any time the weather could turn bad. Time to pack, they would need a towel, to handle fish once they had been caught, salt ice, to keep their fish fresh for dinner time, first aid kits, for if something happenes, and lastly, a waterproof emergency kit, containing flares, torches, a beacon, smoke signals, these will be very helpful in case of an emergency.

All packed, they gave their family one last wave as they backed out of the drive way. A long journey was worth the wait as the ocean was beatiful and calm. Once the boat was in the water, they set off, found the perfect spot and casted their lines. After Minutes of waiting, Lisa felt a bite, a big bite. Once she was sure it was on the line she reeled it in,  Once the fish had been caught and ready to measure, they measured it with a special fishing ruler, too big, It could be pregnant Lisa thought, I better put it back. The next couple of first they caught were too small, they needed to grow a little bigger. But the next one Bob caught, perfect! Just the right size! From here on they were on a winning streak, 4 perfect fish to take home for dinner.

 Once they arrived home, they unpacked their gear and showed their family their impressive catch. That night the family has their favourite meal. Home made fish and and chips.

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