Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Eve B4 Christmas

Here's a Minecraft spin on a classic Christmas Poem!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base not a creature was stirring, it just wasn't the case. The chests were placed near the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Notch soon would be there; The children were nestled all

snug in their beds; while visions of carrots danced in their heads; and mamma in her white robe and I in my brown, had finally found time to simply lay down, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what

was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, peering out worried there was some mob to bash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave a luster of midday to objects below, when what to my wondering eyes was so funny, but

a craftable sleigh and eight tiny white bunnies, with a little old driver so unlikely to botch, I knew in a moment he must be St. Notch. More rapid than horses his white hairs they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! now Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the Wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the iron shears break, when they meet

with an obstacle, to the skies they did take; So up to the housetop the white hairs they flew with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Notch too - and then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof's fresh snow fall the quietest padding of each

little paw. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Notch came with a bound. He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his toes, and his clothes were all dyed red like a rose; A bundle of toys he had stashed

in his pack, and he looked like a peddler just opening his sack. His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and beard on his chin was as white as the snow; He had a broad face and a

little round block belly that shook when he laughed, like a bowl of slime jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; a quick crouch of his body and nod of his head soon gave me to

know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the chests; then turned with a jerk, and raising his hand to the height of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his


sleigh, to his team gave a call, and away they all flew like a bat down the hall. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight - "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"