Ok Im done, I couldnt really draw a comic, so I hope you dont mind I only really wrote for this contest, but it includs some pictures.
http://tinypic.com/m/6pszz9/4Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was breathing not even a mouse.
The children were hung by the chimney with care in hope that St. Nicholas would soon disappear. The children
were cold and all perfectly alined, while visions of death danced in my mind. There mother sleeping forever in her
deeply dug grave, I getting ready for bed, had just ate her brains for my long winter 's nap. Then something outside
made my keen senses turn from the wicked laughter I had heard, I sprang from my coffin, to the window flew as I tore open the stutters
to see what was the matter. The moon out in the beast of winter on the new-fallen snow, gave the hell of mid-day to the objects
below. When, what to my black-piercing eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tender reindeer, with a ripe old driver,
so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, my prey was St. Nick. More rapid then eagles, my soon to be courses, they came to him. And
he whistled and shouted, and called them by their names; Run Dasher! Run Dancer! Run Prancer and run Vixen! Now Comet! Now Cupid!
Now Doner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch,to the top of the wall! Run away! Run away! Run away all! As dry bones the wild hurricane fly.
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up the mansion-top my courses they flew, with a sleigh full of unconscious children and
St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drooled in my head, and was turning
around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were tarnished with
ashes and soot. A bundle of children he had flung over his back, and he looked like a drunk opening a new six pack. His eyes were glossy, his dimples
were just scary! His cheeks were green from too much to drink, and his nose was like a rotting poison berry. His smirking, drooling mouth was blown up
like a messed up tie. And the beard on his chin was covered by fly's: the stomp of his pipe he held high in his rotting teeth and the smoke encircled
misshapen head like the devils wreath. He had a stern face and a HUGE round beer belly, that oozed when he laughed and shrieked like a bowlful of green
gooey slime. He was wicked and plumed, not at all like a jolly old elf. And I grimaced when I saw him, in spite of myself. A twitch of his eye and a twist of his
eye, soon gave my stomach a turn and made my appetite dead; He spoke not a word, but went strait to work, and filled all the children then turned with
a jerk, and stuck his finger in his nose. Revolted by his action, above him I rose. I sprang to his sleigh, to his team I gave a whistle, and away we flew like the down
of a sharp pointy thistle. But he heard me exclaim as I drove out of sight; ~With a smirk~
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night."
http://tinypic.com/m/6pszv4/4 By Namicat 101 . Original story- Twas The Night Before Christmas. My version- Twas The Night Before Christmas
Remix- ' Bad Santa v/S Vampire' -Do not steal my story!!!!-
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