'Twas the Night Before Crissy doll Christmas

'Twas the night before Crissy Christmas, when all through the house
not Cinnamon was stirring, not even a mod blouse.
The mesh thigh high stockings were hung by Velvet with care,
in hopes that St. Crissy soon would be there.

The grow hair dollies were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of groovy jumpsuits danced in their heads.
And Kerry in her snuggler, and Tressy in her sleeper bell,
had just brushed their grow pony’s for a long winter’s spell.

When out on the roof there arose such a prance,
Brandi sprang from her bed dressed in feminine fance.
Away to the window Dina flew like a superstar,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the jar.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to Mia’s wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and prissy,
Cricket knew in a moment it must be St. Crissy.
More rapid than eagles, her coursers they came,
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Crissy too.

And then, in a twinkling, Cinnamon heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Velvet grew her hair long and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Crissy came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
and her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys she had flung on her back,
and she looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

Her eyes--how they twinkled! Her smile, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the marabou on her mini was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe she held tight in her teeth,
and the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a broad face and a little flat belly,
that shook when she laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

She was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and she laughed when she saw her, in spite of herself.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
soon gave her to know Cinnamon had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney she rose.

She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere she drove out of sight,
"Merry Crissy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Hi, Crissy here!  Velvet, Cinnamon and myself were asked to sing a
song in the Christmas program at church. Cinnamon insisted we
have matching dresses! haha She's so spoiled!
Here's our family portrait - check out that cute guy next to Tressy! I am
gonna asked Kerry who he is.  
Kerry said his name is Terry and then she told me that he's her boyfriend! I guess I missed out this
time since I was on tour. There's never been a boy in our house before except for little squirts! ha ha
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