Me: wants to do a multi-chapter story about something entirely unrelated
Brain: Nah, fam. Let's parody that one Christmas story that you've NEVER READ!1!
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the barracks
Not a prisoner was stirring
Not even insomniac O'Harris
For they could sleep warmly tonight
The CO had "pled"
And made off with plenty of firewood
And extra blankets for each bed
There wasn't a huge party
The night was silent enough
There was no fight with each other
Nor the guards, not a scuff
The Frenchman lamented the lack of cabbages
But he made do with some Red Cross Packages
The food was pretty good
(if Newkirk must know)
Courtesy of chef corporal
Louis LeBeau
There was no play
Or singing production
Some said the Kommandant
Was too drunk to function
The unlucky guards wished to go home
Unlike Schultz who, for that night, was free to roam
(If you asked him, he'd still probably say
"For some of Cockroach's cooking, I'd stay!")
Colonel Hogan made his last rounds, checking on his men.
He admitted to himself was very fond of them.
He fetched Kinchloe from the radio stand to try to get some sleep.
Both immensely glad and relieved: No word from London
So I can't write stories but I can write poetry at 11 at night. Thanks brain
Merry Christmas! to my first beloved HH fandom. Let's not forget Jesus is the reason for the season!