Cussword
Drone Bee
- Joined
- Jun 13, 2014
- Messages
- 1,284
- Reaction score
- 2
- Location
- Fylde Coast, Lancashire
- Hive Type
- National
- Number of Hives
- Still just the 1
‘Twas two nights before Christmas, and all through my house, not a creature was stirring, just a risk-taking mouse.
Then all of a sudden there came a great smash, I looked through the window - it was a sleigh crash.
The sleigh was quite battered but seemed quite unbroken. Some language I heard – that was better unspoken.
Out staggered old Santa a-rubbing his eyes, took one look at me and exclaimed in surprise: “what’s this? You’re all grown up, you’re supposed to be ten, don’t tell me the sat-nav has done it again?”
I gently explained; “This is hard to believe, but you’re early; tomorrow it’ll be Christmas Eve”.
“Your sat-nav is fine; it’s your eyesight that’s wonky. That’s not Dancer or Prancer,- you’ve hitched up a donkey”.
He sighed and he told me “I think you are right, I’ve been bothered, but I thought it was a trick of the light. I suppose that it’s OK that I’m early not late, but it’s really quite silly to misread the date”.
The unhappy chappie looked so woebegone. That I said “We know just where you ought to have gone”.
Then I drove him on down to a place that was local, and they fitted him up with some new specs (bifocal).
Then I took him back to rescue his sleigh, and he thanked me profusely and went on his way.
Then all that remained was the place where his Ass, had made quite a meal of my small patch of grass.
Perhaps it was his way of paying me back, or maybe the parcel had dropped from his sack?
Either way, it was simply an old dream come true, I could send him a letter – floated up through the flue.
But a loco, a train, and a roomful of track? There just isn’t a chance of him getting that back
Then all of a sudden there came a great smash, I looked through the window - it was a sleigh crash.
The sleigh was quite battered but seemed quite unbroken. Some language I heard – that was better unspoken.
Out staggered old Santa a-rubbing his eyes, took one look at me and exclaimed in surprise: “what’s this? You’re all grown up, you’re supposed to be ten, don’t tell me the sat-nav has done it again?”
I gently explained; “This is hard to believe, but you’re early; tomorrow it’ll be Christmas Eve”.
“Your sat-nav is fine; it’s your eyesight that’s wonky. That’s not Dancer or Prancer,- you’ve hitched up a donkey”.
He sighed and he told me “I think you are right, I’ve been bothered, but I thought it was a trick of the light. I suppose that it’s OK that I’m early not late, but it’s really quite silly to misread the date”.
The unhappy chappie looked so woebegone. That I said “We know just where you ought to have gone”.
Then I drove him on down to a place that was local, and they fitted him up with some new specs (bifocal).
Then I took him back to rescue his sleigh, and he thanked me profusely and went on his way.
Then all that remained was the place where his Ass, had made quite a meal of my small patch of grass.
Perhaps it was his way of paying me back, or maybe the parcel had dropped from his sack?
Either way, it was simply an old dream come true, I could send him a letter – floated up through the flue.
But a loco, a train, and a roomful of track? There just isn’t a chance of him getting that back
