Have a Merry Mas of Christ!
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house_wilson_ghcSo, today's Christmas Eve & like that, I want to wish you House/Wilson fandom a MERRY CHRSTMAS & Happy Holidays! :3
I hope you'll all have a great time, meeting the people you love, have lots of tasty food & maybe also give & recieve some fancy gifts that make you & the others happy. c:
I, of course, also got a little something.
Or better. Two. ;3
Original by Dr. Seuss, 'How the Grinch stole Christmas'.
Just me, messing a bit with the first half of it. c;
Every Moron Down in Princeton Liked Christmas a lot.
But the House, Who lived just Bakerstreet 221B, Did NOT!
The House hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that his bum leg was bitch. But I think that the most likely reason of all. May have been that his Heart was two Sizes too small.
But.
Whatever the reason, His Heart or his Thigh, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Morons, Staring down from his Office with a sour, Housey frown At the warm lighted windows below in their Clinic. For he knew every Moron down in Princeton beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Housefingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For,Tomorrow, he knew All the Moron girls and boys Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Morons, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Moron-pudding, and Moron-roast beaf Which was something the House couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all! Every Moron down in Princeton, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Morons would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the House thought of this Moron-Christmas-Sing, The more the House thought, "I must stop this whole thing!" "Why, for fourty-five years I've put up with it now!" "I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE HOUSE GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
I know just what to do!" The House laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Housey trick!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..." The House looked around. But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old House...? No! The House simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called his chum, Wilson. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old James.
Then the House said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Morons Lay a-snooze in their town . . .
Merry Christmas! :3
I hope you'll all have a great time, meeting the people you love, have lots of tasty food & maybe also give & recieve some fancy gifts that make you & the others happy. c:
I, of course, also got a little something.
Or better. Two. ;3
Original by Dr. Seuss, 'How the Grinch stole Christmas'.
Just me, messing a bit with the first half of it. c;
Every Moron Down in Princeton Liked Christmas a lot.
But the House, Who lived just Bakerstreet 221B, Did NOT!
The House hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that his bum leg was bitch. But I think that the most likely reason of all. May have been that his Heart was two Sizes too small.
But.
Whatever the reason, His Heart or his Thigh, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Morons, Staring down from his Office with a sour, Housey frown At the warm lighted windows below in their Clinic. For he knew every Moron down in Princeton beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer, "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his Housefingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
For,Tomorrow, he knew All the Moron girls and boys Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Morons, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Moron-pudding, and Moron-roast beaf Which was something the House couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all! Every Moron down in Princeton, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Morons would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the House thought of this Moron-Christmas-Sing, The more the House thought, "I must stop this whole thing!" "Why, for fourty-five years I've put up with it now!" "I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE HOUSE GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
I know just what to do!" The House laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Housey trick!" "With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..." The House looked around. But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old House...? No! The House simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called his chum, Wilson. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old James.
Then the House said, "Giddap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Morons Lay a-snooze in their town . . .
Merry Christmas! :3
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Date: 2008-12-24 02:15 pm (UTC)*sporfles*
*giggles*
*sporfleDIEZ*
GENIUS! GENIUS! *flails arms in a frenzy*
For a second there I thought that Steve was gonna be Max the reindeer dog, but Wilson is SO MUCH BETTER!
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Date: 2008-12-24 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 06:03 pm (UTC)That was great!!!!