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Hello, Competition Hunters! Blogging from a very excited household today! My kids are running around gathering ingredients for reindeer food, I’m hoping they’ll wear themselves out by lunchtime when we play board games and be completely shattered tonight! It’s so exciting!
What are you doing? Are you busy with Christmas preparations or lucky enough to be finalising all the advent competitions (lots of advents finishing today!). If you are comping – I’m so jealous – I hope you have lots of fantastic luck and that your post boxes are brimming with goodies!
Owing to all the fun and games, I devised a little fun poem for you! So, arrange some mince pies, pour a mug of chocolate and pull up a chair.
Twas the night
Before Christmas
No sign of a mouse -
All the compers were trying
To win a new house
The entries were hung
In the e-mails with care
In hopes
That St. Nicholas
Soon would be there
The children were comped-out
All safe in their beds
Dad photographed sugarplums
To win a brand new shed
And mum in her kerchief
And I in my cap,
For the #festivesnooze comp
Of us taking a nap
When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
A lorry turned up
To give fish wrapped in batter
We did a large giggle
We knew in a flash
When gran opened the shutters
Asking: Win exchanges for cash?
The moon on the breast
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre
Of midday
To fishy objects below
When what
To my wandering eyes
Should appear?
But an advent win for each
Day of the year!
With a little ole driver
Handing wins o so quick
I knew in a moment
It must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles
The prizes they came
As he whistled
And shouted
And called
Them by name
Won iPad
WonTV
Won DVD
Won Tickets
Won Vouchers
Won Cruises
Won (more fish?!?!)
No looses!
To the top
Of the porch
To the top
Of the wall
We stashed them away
Stash-away
Stash-away all
So up
To the housetop
The prizes
They drew
With a sleigh
Full of toys
And St. Nicholas too
And then
In a twinkling
I heard on the roof
The prancing
And pawing
Of each little hoof
As I thought of my luck
That was turning around
Down the chimney
St. Comping Nicholas
Came in with a bound
He was dressed
All in fur
(Won from BedHead)
To his foot
And his clothes
Were all tarnished
With ashes and soot
A bundle of toy prizes
He had flung
On his back
And he looked
Like a peddler
Just opening
His pack
His eyes
How they twinkle
His dimples how merry
His cheeks
Were like roses
His nose like a cherry
His drawl little mouth
Was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin
Was a white as the snow
The stump of his pipe
He held tight
In his teeth
(He won that by telling
A story called: Wreath)
He had a broad face
And a round little belly
That shook when he laughed
About competitions featuring jelly
He was chubby and plump
A right jolly old elf
I took a picture for next year
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 comp work
And filled
The stockings with prizes
Then turned
With a jerk
And laying a finger
Along side his nose
And giving a nod
Up the chimney
He rose
He sprang
To his sleigh
To his team
Gave a whistle
A real comping
Windfall it flew
Like the prizes I won
From the hotel, The Thistle
But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight
Happy Comping to all
And to all a goodnight
Happy Christmas, Competition Hunters, see you on the other side!