IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS YET

But when it is, i wish you all a merry Christmas.
i think wishing you a happy new year on the same blog would be pretty crappy, so you'll have to wait for that one. =P
Christmas Presents:
I'm only sending them to people i know well and love, i'm kind of low on mps this year so don't expect too much, but i'll try to get you something special if you mean a lot to me.
Christmas Poetry:
Okay, so i'm really busy this year and might not have time to make any new poetry, but hopefully /fingers crossed/ i'll have some time to write some Chrsitmassy stuff for the hell of it a week or so before Christmas day.

Ta for reading, have a great day, and NEVER open your advent calender early- or i will hunt you down and eat your first born child. >:[

(i was going to send everyone coal but i though Santa would do a pretty good job of that by himself)

Song: The Evil Haribo

Crackle, crackle, crackle
i opened the Haribo packet.
I saw a moving gummy bear,
Got scared and I smacked it

OH,OH,OH
The bear is still alive,
I went away to get some milk,
Turned back and there were five.

The gummies began what they came here to do,
Which was essentially to,
eat people.

I got my chainsaw
I turned it on
It went (CHAINSAW SOUND)
I farted (Gasp!

All the gummybears ran away,
I saved the day!
The end!

(Made by Erika and Paul)

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JABBERWOCKY

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So he rested by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with it's head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.