Our Version of the Classic Christmas Poem
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Since we knew that our Quail Bell(e)s were already nostalgic for Christmas eve, here is our fledgling-specific tribute to Clement Clarke Moore's 1822 poem, “Twas the night before Christmas.” Forgive us for not honoring the pesky rhyme scheme. We chose to play Mad Libs instead:
Not a creature was stirring, not even a [quail].
The [fishnet] stockings were hung by the [Mary Poppins-era] chimney with [flair],
in hopes that St. Nicholas [and Charlie Chaplin] soon would be there.
The [zombie] children were nestled all snug in their [lace chemises],
While visions of [archeological digs and museum fundraisers] danced in their heads.
And mamma in her [pillbox hat] and I in my [wimple],
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's [soiree & DIY craft night].
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"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"