Monday 7 December 2015

Festive Poetry where Harry Potter meets the Night before Christmas. . .



Yes its time for an old favourite from the Past
I know its another repeat But I like it. .. but then I would I guess.






Was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa for Wizards would turn up there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of muggles danced in their heads.
And Hermione waving her wand, an eye in her lap,
Had just settled her brain for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Ron sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Ron flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to Ron’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a Drunk Harry Potter, with eight tins of strong beer.

With a little can opener, so lively and quick,
Ron knew in a moment Harry must be feeling quite sick.
Then into the night a voice suddenly came,
And it whistled, and shouted, and called Ron by his name!

"You’re my best mate Ron you cute little Vixen!
I’ve had a great doner kebab at a party in Blitzen!
but I’ve been sick on the porch! and the top of the wall!
but must dash away! Dash away! because I might be sick in your hall”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up on the house-top Ron he just knew,
With a sleigh full of Toys, was Hagrid drinking Homebrew.

And then, in a twinkling, Ron heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Ron shook his head, and then turned around,
Down the chimney fell Hagrid with a terrible sound

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bottle of gin he had tied on his back,
And he looked like a madman, about to attack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose rather hairy!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of 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 Banshees in the heath.
He had a broad manic face, was incredibly smelly,
And he shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was grumpy and plump, spitting bits of food on a shelf,
And Ron cringed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Ron to know he better watch what he said.

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,
Giving a nod, out the window he then chose!

He sprang to his sleigh, and to Harry Potter gave a whistle,
And away they both flew like the down of a thistle.
But Ron heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Here Harry I know of this bar that is open all night!"

6 comments:

  1. Did Santa just break into Hogwarts smoking a crack pipe??

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    1. Miss Lily this is a drink and drug free Blog and designed to be entirely child friendly. . . . OK they may not understand much of it, but that makes it an educational blog where folk learn the finer points of the English language, a bit of history and folk lore and some science and Maths. But not how to make a large dodgy punch for Christmas day full of Gin and Ginger Beer and Lime Juice . . . . DAMN.

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  2. Besides a few convenience stores, we now have a Wal-Mart that is open 24 hours a day. I am not sure that I have yet taken advantage of their new longer hours. They used to be from 6 AM to 11 PM, which was an hour longer on each end better than the groc store. I am sure that Santa depends on 24/7 fuel stations for his sleigh and reindeer, but I figured they probably used av-gas. Per haps they use beef'nbean burritos instead.

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    1. One Christmas a few years ago I went to a 24 hour supermarket at some silly time in the middle of the night to avoid the rush. . . Only to discover almost everyone else in the world had done the same thing and it was chaos and there were no beef'nbean burritos

      I hope your Christmas plans are going to plan Mr ESB

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  3. With his aggression issues, I could totally see Harry get drunk off his arse.

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    1. I think Harry finds the pressure of being a wizard a bit hard at times and Hagrid does makes rather mind blowing Home brew.

      I must admit Harry spent a lot of time in the movies being a bit grumpy. I mean he even got the starring roll too. . . but then there is no pleasing some folk. I would have spent the entire time saying WOW look I'm in the starring roll, smiling and kicking hobbit's

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