TITLE: Twas The Night Before Christmas On Jump Street 1/1
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade221@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Please do. It makes me happy.
DISCLAIMER: Jump Street characters belong to Stephen J. Cannell.
EXPLANATION: 21 Jump Street was an 80's show starring Johnny Depp, Peter DeLuise and a host of others. They were undercover cops who went to schools and weeded out the bad seeds, druggies and the like. Good stuff, you should find it and watch it.
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Chapel
the only sound to be heard was Sal chewing an apple.
Tom, Judy and Harry were snug at their desks,
their heads full of visions of easy arrests.
Booker was quiet, thought Fuller with elation,
as he settled down for his Christmas vacation.
When out in the parking lot there arose such a ruckus
Hanson looked at his friends, "Someone's coming to cap us."
To the outside of the building they did dash
most grabbing guns while Sal hid his cash.
And what did their little bewildered eyes see
but dear old Santa Claus driving a Harley.
As he approached them, he blew them a kiss.
Harry shook his head. "Oh I don't believe this."
Fuller sighed. "Oh Penhall." Judy laughed. "Is that Doug?"
Hanson nodded. "I'd know that shape anywhere, the big lug."
'Santa' got off his bike and threw the sack aside,
hours of riding showing in his stride.
'Santa' cleared his throat. "Let's see what's in my bag."
Booker closed his eyes. "I think I'm gonna gag."
He pulled out six boxes and looked at the crowd.
"Let's see some Christmas spirit for crying out loud!
For Judy, a jacket. For Harry, a sword.
For the Captain, Nintendo so he doesn't get bored.
For Sal, a novel. And for Booker, gold handcuffs.
Just make sure you don't use them on us.
And dear Tom, there's no reason to pout.
You got a red Rider Be-be gun. Just don't put your eye out."
The six of them stood there, gaping at the nutball.
The Captain cleared his throat. "Why, thank you Penhall."
"Oh no," he said as he climbed on his bike
"You can all call me Santa this good Christmas night."
He kick started the bike. "Now go and have fun.
"Merry christmas to everybody. Hanson, watch it with that gun!"
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AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade221@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: Please do. It makes me happy.
DISCLAIMER: Jump Street characters belong to Stephen J. Cannell.
EXPLANATION: 21 Jump Street was an 80's show starring Johnny Depp, Peter DeLuise and a host of others. They were undercover cops who went to schools and weeded out the bad seeds, druggies and the like. Good stuff, you should find it and watch it.
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Chapel
the only sound to be heard was Sal chewing an apple.
Tom, Judy and Harry were snug at their desks,
their heads full of visions of easy arrests.
Booker was quiet, thought Fuller with elation,
as he settled down for his Christmas vacation.
When out in the parking lot there arose such a ruckus
Hanson looked at his friends, "Someone's coming to cap us."
To the outside of the building they did dash
most grabbing guns while Sal hid his cash.
And what did their little bewildered eyes see
but dear old Santa Claus driving a Harley.
As he approached them, he blew them a kiss.
Harry shook his head. "Oh I don't believe this."
Fuller sighed. "Oh Penhall." Judy laughed. "Is that Doug?"
Hanson nodded. "I'd know that shape anywhere, the big lug."
'Santa' got off his bike and threw the sack aside,
hours of riding showing in his stride.
'Santa' cleared his throat. "Let's see what's in my bag."
Booker closed his eyes. "I think I'm gonna gag."
He pulled out six boxes and looked at the crowd.
"Let's see some Christmas spirit for crying out loud!
For Judy, a jacket. For Harry, a sword.
For the Captain, Nintendo so he doesn't get bored.
For Sal, a novel. And for Booker, gold handcuffs.
Just make sure you don't use them on us.
And dear Tom, there's no reason to pout.
You got a red Rider Be-be gun. Just don't put your eye out."
The six of them stood there, gaping at the nutball.
The Captain cleared his throat. "Why, thank you Penhall."
"Oh no," he said as he climbed on his bike
"You can all call me Santa this good Christmas night."
He kick started the bike. "Now go and have fun.
"Merry christmas to everybody. Hanson, watch it with that gun!"
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