Monday, December 28, 2009

Ghost of Christmas Past

I have some catching up to do, so here are some pictures on the long Christmas Break:







Raising the Flag on Christmas Day with hot dogs to boot. So American.

Here is a story I shared with my children on Christmas, have a great Holiday. These next 4 days are going to be fun.

T'was the Night Before Hot Dog Christmas
A Visit from St. Frankfurter
With Apologies to Clement C. Moore

'Twas the night before Hot Dog Christmas, when all through
the hut, the chili was warming, the steamer was shut;
The buns were all packed in the basket with care
In hopes that St. Frankfurter soon would be there;

The hot dogs were sweating all snug in their beds,
While lines of ketchup graced their crowned heads;
And mamma in her kaiser, and I in my roll,
Had just just got done with our long daily roll.

When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the roller to see what was the matter.
Away to the steamer, I stepped in some custard;
Tore open the shutters and threw on some mustard.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my non-existent eyes was blank,
But miniature wieners, swimming in BBQ stank,

With a little old driver, so lively and harefooted,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Frankfurter-erted.
More rapid than ex-lax his bloating they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, _Fairbury!_ now, _Hebrew!_ now, _Armour_ and _Nathans!_
On, _Oscar!_ on, _Wimmer!_ on, _Hippy_ and _Sahlens!_
To the top of the hut! to the top of the wall!
Now roll away! roll away! roll away all!"

As dry buns that before the wild chili fly,
When they meet with a bowel obstruction, push you may try;
So up to the hut-top the wieners they flew,
With the bag full of Hot Dogs, and St. Frankfurter too.

He sprang to the rollers, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all were devoured, by some guy named Missal.
But I heard him exclaim, as he rolled in his own goo pond,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all:

Dog on!"


2 comments:

  1. God Bless Us Everyone. That was a remarkable ode to the mythical encased spirit that descends on us every holiday. I shall read it to my children and their children and they shall put me in a home.

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  2. I'm not impressed. This was actually the original version before some guy gayed it all up.

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