One December Night
One December Night
Susan, Joy, Marsha, and Pam crawled out of their beds to eat bacon and ham.
Their parents were sleeping. They snored while the slept. The children tiptoed to the very
top step. The staircase was chilly. And it creaked while they crept. Downward they were
slinking, step by step.
Their puppy was resting on the fireplace hearth. They sat down beside him for what it
was worth. They sat on the floor. They did not use a chair. And while they were sitting,
Marsha hugged her pink bear. They made funny faces and started to laugh. They giggled
and squiggled and chuckled so fast that all of the elves in earshot were aghast.
Then all of a sudden, they heard something loud. It wasn't a trumpet, a flute or
bassoon. “I know what it is! …A kazoo!!” shouted Sue.
They looked all around to locate the sound. But, look as they might, it could not be
found. They looked in the kitchen and under the couch. Pam bumped her red head and
loudly said, “Ouch!” Who played that kazoo? They all wanted to know. So, they scampered
around by the fireplace glow.
The dog started barking. And bark loudly he did. That's when it happened. Beneath the
windowsill Sue slid. A great big toad outside, on that hill, in the cold wet snow, stood up
suddenly. Then, quickly down he did go. Frightened, freezing, and carrying a load. He slid
off of the log and went a-rolling downhill in the snow.
The children began jumping and squealing with delight. Oh, what a sight to see at mid-
night. The old toad was sliding with stocking feet in the air. Behind him, downhill, slid his
sack with a flare. About all that sliding he did not seem to care. Out there on the lawn in
rare southern snow, up and down Roller Coaster hill he did go! Faster and faster, he was
sliding with time. His suit became wet and covered with grime. Where was he going? Who
would they tell? At about that time, they heard the doorbell.
(To be continued...)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009
Inspired by:
Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes!
Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)
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