Hello Everyone! Here's my Christmas fic, I might do another one, I haven't decided. Anyway, as you can gather from the title, based on "The Night before Christmas" poem with a Sun Hill twist to it! I know it isn't that good, but enjoy, please leave a review and have a good Christmas!
Hollie. xx
And thanks to you Kym for your proofreading/suggestions!! :D
The Night before Christmas: The Bill Style
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Sun Hill
Not a criminal was stirring, nor the old bill
The tinsel was hung in custody with care,
In hopes that the peace would always be there.
Honey was nestled all snug in her bed
While visions of sugar-plums danced in her head.
Sergeant Callum Stone slept like a log,
while Gina and Jonathan drank some eggnog.
Then out in the garden there arose such a clatter,
and Smithy sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew with a dash,
Tore open the shutters with a bash and a crash.
The moon, gleaming brightly on the crispy white snow
gave the lustre of twilight to the yard below.
then what, to his wandering eyes should he see,
But an area car, and eight figures in glee
the leader of the car, so nimble and quick,
he knew in a moment it must be Nick.
More swiftly than leopards, he ran through the rain,
shouting and whooping, and called them by name!
"Now Dashwood! Now, Bradford! Now, Walker and Cullen!
On, Quinnan! On, Chandler! On, on Stanton and Boulton!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So down the streets of Canley the area car shot,
With the boot full of gifts, twas a fight against the clock!
To get to the party on the station roof
to join the jubilant, the cheerful even the aloof.
As they turned into the yard; the car stopped with a bound
from the roof there came the most joyful sound
He strode to his car, we all stood in rows
There, dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves!
A wink of his eye; what a cheerful chap
was Sun Hill's PC Tony Stamp
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
threw around presents, then turned with a jerk.
And giving a nod, up the stairs we rose
He sprang in his car, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he drove like the down of a thistle.
But we heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"