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#weeklyopusschallenge 'Twas the night before Christmas, 'nder a faint moonlight's glow. The pine tree was dressed with lights and fake snow.
#weeklyopusschallenge I was wandering up in the snowy mountains of north pole, The gusty winds blew freely with the icy cold.
This tale’s about Mister Rudolph, Like Comet, he could not play golf, Like Blitzen, he could not tango, But he had had a nose like a red-ripe mango, Shining, the light-emitting crimson globe, As...
Children playing in the snow. Hoping for Santa to say Ho Ho. Reindeers landing in the yard. Ice forming far and wide. Smoking warm fires at night. Trees cover in glittery lights.
Think back to the time when you were four. When the thought Santa excited you more. With just the thought of him at your door. You'd stay up until your eyes were sore.
#adventchallenge I don't NEED anything for Christmas, but I have been good; Although I did pinch my sons chocolates one night, because I could.
#adventchallenge Dropping down from his watchman's post, With a sounding thud, his great sack close, Tipping back his hat, jingles his bells, Merry face revealed, he will summon no yells.
This is a story about a girl who helps Santa but then gets ripped off. If you find yourself getting ripped off, show the person this Oppus and hope that he/she learns a lesson. Enjoy.
This is a bit early for the season, but here goes. @maeheleneflynmolly #youngwritershousehold Ruby red flames leap at, The red and white socks, As chimes ring, From the grandfather clock.
Twas the night before Christmas There was silence throughout Not a whisper was heard, Or a murmer, or shout When out of the silence Came a piercing sound A whinny and Ho-No Santa had hit the...
#household Skiing down slopes was a breeze, for Diego the Portuguese. He was simply the best, for no slope was a test, he could ski any mountain with ease.
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There will be more… Twas the night before Christmas. There was silence throughout. Not a whisper was heard, Or a murmer, or shout.
Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works.
T'was the night before christmas,. And all was quiet. The cookies were out,. As well as a carrot. Young Jimmy O'Hugh,. Awake in his bed. Crept downstairs,. A thought in his head. He thought of Santa,.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
hi guys , I don't know if you know already but I write many songs and although it's gone christmas, this song I wrote really touches my heart so I want to share it with you. I'm wishing on a star.