'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung par the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my lit to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
plus rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them par name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the haut, retour au début of the porch!
To the haut, retour au début of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the 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 twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist 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 stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung par the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my lit to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
plus rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them par name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the haut, retour au début of the porch!
To the haut, retour au début of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the 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 twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist 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 stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Name: Alexander Helsing(everyone calls him Alex)
Race: Werewolf
Age: 19(lived for quite a while)
Description: wavy light brown hair with golden-brown eyes. Loves to wear tight black t-shirts and faded blue jeans.
Personality: is very protective around girls especially a girl named Serena. Will do anything to protect her from others who wants to do harm.
Story:
Alexander is the son of the great van Helsing. When he became 19 he was attacked par a werewolf that killed his father.
Ever since that night be learned how to control the change. So he doesn't have to change on the night of the full moon.
When he moved into a little town named Hidden Falls, he fell in l’amour with a human named Serenity Johnson. At first he tries to stay away from her. But now he is always around her.
Race: Werewolf
Age: 19(lived for quite a while)
Description: wavy light brown hair with golden-brown eyes. Loves to wear tight black t-shirts and faded blue jeans.
Personality: is very protective around girls especially a girl named Serena. Will do anything to protect her from others who wants to do harm.
Story:
Alexander is the son of the great van Helsing. When he became 19 he was attacked par a werewolf that killed his father.
Ever since that night be learned how to control the change. So he doesn't have to change on the night of the full moon.
When he moved into a little town named Hidden Falls, he fell in l’amour with a human named Serenity Johnson. At first he tries to stay away from her. But now he is always around her.
So I had to add this to the liste of rules.
Personally I kind of hate fan made roleplays. I mean they can be fun, but most follow the exact story line of the original show, book, movie ect. And thats just not cool.
This is the aléatoire Role playing club. Keep it RANDOM. Don't go par someone else's idea. Yeah toi can base a roleplay off the idea, but don't copy it.
11) No fan made roleplays. That means no making roleplays of Naruto, Shugo Chara, Twilight, Death Note, ou basically anything thats not your own idea.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Peace. <3
Personally I kind of hate fan made roleplays. I mean they can be fun, but most follow the exact story line of the original show, book, movie ect. And thats just not cool.
This is the aléatoire Role playing club. Keep it RANDOM. Don't go par someone else's idea. Yeah toi can base a roleplay off the idea, but don't copy it.
11) No fan made roleplays. That means no making roleplays of Naruto, Shugo Chara, Twilight, Death Note, ou basically anything thats not your own idea.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Peace. <3