Mad Lib Christmas

It's another Christmas Game Day!

To participate in the Christmas Mad Lib fun, come up with a word for the fifteen items listed below (All NOUNS), and then slot them into the poem below that.

1. A Day of the Year
2. A building
3. Name of an animal
4. Name of a male fictional character
5. Piece of furniture
6. Some kind of food
7. Mode of transportation, something you ride in
8. Something that flies
9. What ever is at the top of your Christmas Wish List this year
10. Type of clothing material
11. Name of a fruit
12. Name something white
13. Name something round
14. A food that jiggles
15. Body part

'Twas the Night Before [#1]

by Clement Clarke Moore (1823) and [YOUR NAME]

'Twas the night before [#1], when all through the [#2]

not a creature was stirring, not even a [#3].

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

in hopes that [#4] soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their [#5 in plural form],

while visions of [#6] danced in their heads.

And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my [#5] to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

gave the lustre of midday to objects below,

when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but a miniature [#7] and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be [#4].

More rapid than [#8 plural], his courses they came,

and he 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 [#2]-top the courses they flew,

with the [#7] full of [#9], and [#4] too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

down the chimney [#4] came with a bound.

He was dressed all in [#10], from his head to his foot,

and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of [#9] he had flung on his back,

and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a [#11]!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

and the beard on his chin was as white as [#12].

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

and the smoke it encircled his head like a [#13].

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of [#14].

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his [#15],

and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his [#7], to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy [#1] to all, and to all a good night!"

(Here's what I had... 1.Fourth of July, 2.Sky Scraper, 3.Bulldog, 4.Superman, 5.Couch, 6.Fruit cake, 7.Corvette, 8.Kite, 9.Money, 10.Leather, 11.Grape, 12.O.J.'s Ford Bronco, 13.Halo, 14.Spaghetti, and 15.Leg... So, don't expect to hear from me on July 3rd; I'll be down at my sky scraper, waiting for a fat Superman in Leather to deliver my bag full of money in his reindeer-drawn corvette!!!)

Now I'm curious: How'd your poem go?