Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the city, Not a child was stirring, not even me. The stockings were hung by the chimney with hair, In hopes that Santa soon would be there. Kandy and her bear were nestled all snug on their beds, While visions of unicorns danced in their heads. Mrs. Snuggles in her gown, and I in my cap, Had just settled our heads for a short white nap. When out in the Kitchen there arose such a bang, I leaped from the bed to see what was the thang. Away to the door I flew like a deer, Stubbed my toe and threw up right here. The light on the wall of the new-painted room, Gave the shadows of my objects with doom. When, what to my scared eyes should see, But a puddle of milk, and a broken cookie. With a little shiver, so cold and quick, I knew in a flash it is not a trick. More rapid than lions I ran by, And I screamed, and shouted, and cried a sigh! "Not cake! not, cookies! Not, chocolate and milk! Oh my,! Not now!, on my cloth and silk! To the top of the window! to the top of the wall! Right away! Dash away! Must hide the fall!" As children cry before the wild thunder hits, When they hide with a bear, glued to the pits. So down to the living room I then flew, With a new plate of cookies, and a glass of milk too. And then, in a haunting, I heard on the floor, The moaning and groaning of a man so poor.. As I drew in my head, and was looking with fear, Down on the sofa St Nicholas layed with a tear. He was covered in pain, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all trashed with icing and soot. A bundle of ropes had been tied with a hand, And he looked like a zombie, so very bland. His eyes-how they turned! his dimples how scary! His cheeks were like buns, his nose like a berry! His sad little mouth was taped up like a pest, And the beard of his chin was as cut as the rest. The stump of a note he held tight in his hand, And the words it weighed his head like a bag of sand. He had a hurt face and a little round lump, That throbbed as he moved, like trash in a dump! Azarah was happy and jolly, a right standing elder woman, And she laughed when she saw him, in despise of the man! A wink of her eye, and a face full of fun, Soon gave me to know I had nowhere to run. She spoke not a word, but went straight to the fire, And filled all the stockings, then turned with desire. And laying her hand on of my nose, And giving a smile, up the chimney we arose. We walked to the sleigh, to me Az gave a call, And away we all flew for an adventure for all. But then I exclaim, as we flew out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" KingCal
It depends on the cake. Though if you can't bake, chocolate chip cookies are deeeeeeeelish. Or white chocolate. And maybe peanut butter (better not >.>).