Part 1:
’Twas the day before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
But wait, that’s not true,
Take a look at the tree.
There is someone stirring,
That someone is me!
I had just woken up,
With due cause to lament.
For my nice lion body,
Had become or-na-ment!
How did this happen?
My mind flashed a frown.
While hanging quite dangly,
On ye faux Tannenbaum!
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
But wait, that’s not true,
Take a look at the tree.
There is someone stirring,
That someone is me!
I had just woken up,
With due cause to lament.
For my nice lion body,
Had become or-na-ment!
How did this happen?
My mind flashed a frown.
While hanging quite dangly,
On ye faux Tannenbaum!
Now Christmas is great,
Best day I've met yet,
But garnish or trim,
Is not my skill set.
Good tidings and joy?
Bring it on, I won’t wobble,
Except now when I’m forced,
To take part as a bauble!
So I rocked and I swayed,
To get free of that mooring.
In the hopes that this tree,
I'd soon stop adorning.
And I slipped from the branch,
Falling fast off that hedge,
Now finding my feet,
On a bright blue pack-age!
Best day I've met yet,
But garnish or trim,
Is not my skill set.
Good tidings and joy?
Bring it on, I won’t wobble,
Except now when I’m forced,
To take part as a bauble!
So I rocked and I swayed,
To get free of that mooring.
In the hopes that this tree,
I'd soon stop adorning.
And I slipped from the branch,
Falling fast off that hedge,
Now finding my feet,
On a bright blue pack-age!
I moved quickly from there,
Took my legs on the go.
Jumped ahead to new sights,
Deck the halls, ho-ho-ho.
Decorations galore,
Filled all of my vison,
Tinsel, silver and ribbon,
As if weird North Pole prison.
The trim and the trappings
Seemed to leave me quite glum,
I was no drummer lion,
No rum-pa-pum-pum.
The scene glimmered like mad,
Got this joint ready, huh?
At least I knew that I shouldn’t,
Eat the poinsettia.
Took my legs on the go.
Jumped ahead to new sights,
Deck the halls, ho-ho-ho.
Decorations galore,
Filled all of my vison,
Tinsel, silver and ribbon,
As if weird North Pole prison.
The trim and the trappings
Seemed to leave me quite glum,
I was no drummer lion,
No rum-pa-pum-pum.
The scene glimmered like mad,
Got this joint ready, huh?
At least I knew that I shouldn’t,
Eat the poinsettia.
Having skated that issue,
I kept firm with my footing,
To avoid any spills,
Of egg nog or plum pudding.
Such a strange situation,
I was caught in a pinch.
That would even bring laughs,
To old Scrooge and the Grinch.
Where to go, what to do?
I was at my wits’ end,
Like a small, silly fool,
All Donner and Blitzened.
I won’t lie, it felt bad,
This was surely no lark.
So to lift up my soul?
Hello peppermint bark!
I kept firm with my footing,
To avoid any spills,
Of egg nog or plum pudding.
Such a strange situation,
I was caught in a pinch.
That would even bring laughs,
To old Scrooge and the Grinch.
Where to go, what to do?
I was at my wits’ end,
Like a small, silly fool,
All Donner and Blitzened.
I won’t lie, it felt bad,
This was surely no lark.
So to lift up my soul?
Hello peppermint bark!