(by YellowRoseOfTexas)
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through Kristy's house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Karen's pet mouse;
Christmas memories were told by the girls with great care,
In hopes that each sitter would have something to share;
The babysitters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of yesteryear danced in their heads;
And Claud in her 'kerchief and Kristy in her cap,
And Mary Anne Spier, with a notebook in her lap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter.
Twas Alan Gray making mischief with toilet paper and a ladder.
Away to the window, they all flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the miscreant below,
When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But Logan Bruno, Trevor Sandbourne, and Shannon's friend Greer.
With Alan's dad as the driver, so lively and quick,
Abby knew in a moment it must be a trick!
More rapid than eagles bringing TP they came,
And they whispered, and giggled, and rolled without shame;
"Now, the TREES! now, the ROOF!" cried Alan with glee.
On WINDOWS! on BUSHES! on CARS! NOT ON ME!"
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 leap,
When they meet with an obstacle, head down the street,
Piled into the car and away then they flew,
With a car full of boys, and Shannon's friend, too.
Alan rolled down the window, to the sitters gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But they heard him exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
The End
Editor's Note: Thank you to everyone who made this project possible! My apologies that it is just now coming to an end. Readers, if you haven't aleady done so, check out the BSC RPG on livejournal. Community name: babysit.