Do you want to leave a little something for Santa
under the tree this year? Why not wrap
it in candy canes…a sweet to entice both teeth and tongue.
Or, are Reindeer more to your liking? Watch out for the horn.
Ziva clicked and paste, chuckling as she posted
holiday outfits, Christmas Cheer and (not so) Little Johnny’s take on the famed The
Night Before Christmas. Gah, but the
cubs grew up fast in Talbot’s Peak.
She knew the poem would make Nick grumble and groan,
but that, in fact, was why she posted some bit of silliness every year. Nick needed to grumble and groan; to moan and
growl and do all the good things that led up to releasing his alpha nature.
Hopefully, all over her.
With the holidays upon them, it has been far too long
since either had found an acceptable release, but Ziva was out to change that…and
this post to the G&B site was bound to be a start.
‘Twas
the night before Christmas, when all through the cave
Not a wee little creature stirred, none were that brave;
The stockings were chewed with the utmost of care,
In hopes of impressing the rest of the lair;
The cubs were all nestled in one great big pile,
While visions of kills were making them smile;
With my females coat now starting to nap,
I had just settled down for a long winters lap,
When out in the woods the beta’s did holler,
I sprang to all fours and whipped out a coller.
Away to the entrance I loped with some speed
Remembering, thank goodness, to jump over cub pee.
The moon up above it called me by name
And whispered sweet nothings which were really quite tame,
When, what to my leery eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight yummy reindeer,
With a portly old driver, not lively or quick,
I wondered for a moment was this St. Nick?
More rapid than eagles but less speedy than pack,
He whistled, and shouted, and lay whip down, hard upon their back;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the hills! Above trees so massive!
Rise up your ass’ that are so excessively gas’ive”
Not a wee little creature stirred, none were that brave;
The stockings were chewed with the utmost of care,
In hopes of impressing the rest of the lair;
The cubs were all nestled in one great big pile,
While visions of kills were making them smile;
With my females coat now starting to nap,
I had just settled down for a long winters lap,
When out in the woods the beta’s did holler,
I sprang to all fours and whipped out a coller.
Away to the entrance I loped with some speed
Remembering, thank goodness, to jump over cub pee.
The moon up above it called me by name
And whispered sweet nothings which were really quite tame,
When, what to my leery eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight yummy reindeer,
With a portly old driver, not lively or quick,
I wondered for a moment was this St. Nick?
More rapid than eagles but less speedy than pack,
He whistled, and shouted, and lay whip down, hard upon their back;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the hills! Above trees so massive!
Rise up your ass’ that are so excessively gas’ive”
As dry leaves did ignite, oooh, what a sight,
The fat bastard escaped without even a bite!
~better watch out little johnny, better not cry...Santa's hot on your ass and you know why! Your friend, Z
Now, let me leave you with a Christmas Cheer to share
with your herbivore friends this holiday?
· 1/2 shot Eggnog
·
1/2 shot Peppermint Schnapps
Stir it up and shoot it down. HO! HO! HO! You’ve got Christmas w/a piney twist. **And to all you carnies out there, add a couple drops of red wine and think about the little critter you had before joining the party.**
Happy Holidays!
Ziva
5 comments:
I LOOOOOOVES that poem!
Hope you and Ziva get everything you want for Christmas. Wrapped and otherwise. ;)
:D Thanks Pat! Back at ya. May you have a very Misha Christmas. ~wink~
Serena, only you! could be so shifter-inspired. LOOOVES it, like Pat said. ~still chuckling~
And, the pics are holiday inspiring at well... watch out Santa, the werewolves have got your sleigh's number.
Hehehe...(not so) Little Johnny was whispering in my ear, trying to entice Ziva...And some of the things he was saying are sure to piss off Nick, sooo I let him get away with this little diddy. :D
Yep, Santa needs to beware in the town of Talbot's Peak. If Rayne hadn't shot down Vix, he might have been able to pave the way...
I have to wonder what 'secrets' Santa may be hiding about his true identity and nature. He might just appreciate a town where he could let his hair down, or the truth out.
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