Twas the Night Before Christmas.....I Think

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    RedhorseWoman

    'Twas The Night Before Christmas
    (As if written by a technical writer for a firm that does US government
    contracting)

    'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual
    Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic
    activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential,
    including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus.
    Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the
    wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure
    regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among
    whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

    The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective
    accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual
    hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically
    through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our
    nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of
    the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the
    grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt
    compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose
    of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

    Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this
    fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected
    as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be
    said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my
    incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne
    runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the
    genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and
    nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our
    anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power travelling at what
    may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar
    predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through
    contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her
    respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding
    them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which
    structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the
    32 cloven pedal extremities.

    As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was
    performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved -
    with utmost celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the
    smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony
    residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated
    on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed
    largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in
    a commodious cloth receptacle.

    His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary
    dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The
    capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged
    with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former
    approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of
    the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials
    resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient
    hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar
    crystals of frozen water.

    Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey
    fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a
    decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was
    high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal
    region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a
    hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an
    obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom
    rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so
    being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating
    his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part
    was groundless.

    Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the
    aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned
    articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously
    dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he
    executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral
    juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a
    gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by
    renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself
    in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of
    air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of
    burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable
    chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I
    overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his
    vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the
    planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest
    wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period
    between sunset and dawn."

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