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Friday, December 29, 2006

'Twas the Morning of Christmas

And all along the lane
Not a present was opened
Which did not involve Horatio Caine.
Delighted with our autographed headshot,
we carefully packed it away for a safe travel lot.
Spencer in his Eagles jersey, and I in orange 'flops,
set out to find a decent (read: OPEN) bar for hops.

Imagine our delight, felt once again in Illadelph,
when visited by another most generous elf.
In a package wrapped in paper that resembled angel wings,
we found a box of pun-heavy crimesolving things.

Opened the box and there he stood, a hands-on-hips vision of Christmas joy for the masses.
Our hearts leapt when the mysterious red-headed figure took off his sunglasses.
He exclaimed to us as he drove off in a slow motion Hummer, bathed in a glorious orange light,
"Merry Christmas to all, Frank, and to all a good night."


  • And to think my Christmas was all about Bratz dolls! (They put the "Ho" in Santa's ho-ho-ho...oh wait, maybe that's Ho for Horatio?)

    Anyway, bravo for your poetic parody!

    By Blogger Cyn, at 11:29 AM  

  • My little sister got one of those things. "Ho" is right! I never saw a doll before that looked so bitchy. Well, except for those Cher dolls (as featured hilariously on Will & Grace), but that's a whole other issue.

    By Blogger kristen, at 7:18 AM  

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