Post by amaya on Dec 27, 2007 1:32:31 GMT -5
I did not make this, but it's just too awesome to not put here.
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Their stockings hung on the chimney with care
In hopes that Tezuka-buchou would soon be there
The trio were tightly nestled in their beds
With ricocheting tennis balls going off in their heads
And other club members in their sleeping caps
Had just settled down for a long winter naps
When out on the lawn arose such a noise
That they hoped it wasn't one of the neighborhood boys
Away to the window they all ran
With an excitement never seen in Japan
The moonlight radiating off the snow
Gave the feeling of pre-game excitement, to objects below
When, what to their hungry eyes should appear
But a small sleigh and 8 buff tennis reindeer
With a strong driver, so superior and glum
They knew in a moment it must be Tezuka, their old chum.
More swift than eagles they came,
And he ordered, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Kaido! Now Momo! Now, Kikumaru and Inui!
On Ryoma! On Takashi! On, Fuji and Oishi!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Or you run 20 laps, and you'll do them all!
As dry leaves flew by
They took into the sky
So up to the roof-top they flew
With a sleigh full of toys, and Tezuka too
And then, in a rush, they heard on the roof
The stomping and strutting of each hoof
As they drew in a breath, and turned around
Down the chimney Tezuka came with a bound
He was dressed in his blazer and from his head to his foot
He was all blemished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys were slung over his back
He looked like a salesmen just opening his pack
His eyes how cold and dizzying!
Behind those glasses glistening
His racket held tightly in his free hand
They remember the nightmares of his fearsome backhand
His mouth stayed perfectly in line
And with a glance and a nod they knew they were fine
Without a word he went to his work
And filled the stockings; then turned with a jerk
And laying his fingers on the sides of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang into his sleigh and gave his team the word
And they flew away like a bird
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a night!
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Their stockings hung on the chimney with care
In hopes that Tezuka-buchou would soon be there
The trio were tightly nestled in their beds
With ricocheting tennis balls going off in their heads
And other club members in their sleeping caps
Had just settled down for a long winter naps
When out on the lawn arose such a noise
That they hoped it wasn't one of the neighborhood boys
Away to the window they all ran
With an excitement never seen in Japan
The moonlight radiating off the snow
Gave the feeling of pre-game excitement, to objects below
When, what to their hungry eyes should appear
But a small sleigh and 8 buff tennis reindeer
With a strong driver, so superior and glum
They knew in a moment it must be Tezuka, their old chum.
More swift than eagles they came,
And he ordered, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Kaido! Now Momo! Now, Kikumaru and Inui!
On Ryoma! On Takashi! On, Fuji and Oishi!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Or you run 20 laps, and you'll do them all!
As dry leaves flew by
They took into the sky
So up to the roof-top they flew
With a sleigh full of toys, and Tezuka too
And then, in a rush, they heard on the roof
The stomping and strutting of each hoof
As they drew in a breath, and turned around
Down the chimney Tezuka came with a bound
He was dressed in his blazer and from his head to his foot
He was all blemished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys were slung over his back
He looked like a salesmen just opening his pack
His eyes how cold and dizzying!
Behind those glasses glistening
His racket held tightly in his free hand
They remember the nightmares of his fearsome backhand
His mouth stayed perfectly in line
And with a glance and a nod they knew they were fine
Without a word he went to his work
And filled the stockings; then turned with a jerk
And laying his fingers on the sides of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang into his sleigh and gave his team the word
And they flew away like a bird
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a night!
