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VISIONS OF SUGAR PLUMS | by fantartsy JJ *2013 year of LOVE!*
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VISIONS OF SUGAR PLUMS

Emma took this photo of Zoe and I Photoshopped it. She was looking at toys at Santa's Village in the mall. Here is the poem that goes with this phrase;

 

"TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS:

 

Twas the night

Before Christmas

When all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a mouse

 

The stockings all hung

By the chimney with care

In hopes That St. Nicholas

Soon would be there

 

The children were nestled

All safe in their beds

While visions of sugarplums

Danced in their heads

 

And mom in her kerchief

And I in my cap,

Had just settled down

For a long winters nap

 

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

Tore open the shutters

And threw up the sash

 

The moon on the breast

Of the new fallen snow

Gave the lustre Of midday

To object below

 

When what To my wandering eyes

Should appear

But a miniature sleigh

And eight tiny reindeer

 

With a little ol driver

So lively and quick

I knew in a moment

It must be St. nick

 

More rapid than eagles

His courses they came

As he whistled And shouted

 

And called Them by name

Now dasher - Now dancer

Now prancer - Now vixen -

On comet - On cupid - On donder

An blitzen

 

To the top Of the porch

To the top Of the wall

Now dash-away

Dash-away Dash-away all

 

As dry leaves Before the wild

Hurricane fly When they meet

With an obstacle Mount to the sky

 

So up To the housetop The courses

They flew With a sleigh Full of toys

And St. Nicholas too And then

 

In a twinkling I heard on the roof

The prancing And pawing

Of each little hoof As I drew in my head

 

And was turning around Down the chimney St. Nicholas Came with a bound He was dressed All in fur

From his head To his foot

 

And his clothes Were all tarnished

With ashes and soot A bundle of toys

He had flung On his back

And he looked Like a peddler

 

Just opening His pack His eyes

How they twinkle

His dimples how merry His cheeks

Were like roses

 

His nose like a cherry His drowl little mouth Was drawn up like a bow

And the beard of his chin

Was a white as the snow

 

The stump of his pipe He held tight

In his teeth And the smoke it

Encircled his head Like a wreath

He had a broad face And a round little belly

 

That shook when he laughed

Like a bowl full of jelly

He was chubby and plump

A right jolly old elf

 

I laughed when I saw him

In spite of myself A wink of his eye

And a twist of his headSoon gave me to know

 

I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word

But went straight To his work

And filled All the stockings

 

Then turned With a jerk

An laying a finger Along side his nose

An giving a nod Up the chimney He rose

 

He sprang To his sleigh To his team

Gave a whistle An away

They all flew Like the down

Of a thistle

 

But I heard him exclaim

As he drove out of sight

Happy christmas to all

And to all a goodnight

  

:NO! this is NOT A FRACTAL. LOL

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Taken on November 24, 2011