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Gosh. I humbly accept the title Sir Pun. Well, as humbly as I can. Reminds me that Exxon proved that a big oil company didn't have to be Humble.
Anyway, in my younger days, I might have been known as Sir Pun Teen.
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I apologize to our non USn correspondents who apparently do not have as a major part of their Yuletide ethos the obviously American classic poem attributed to Clement Moore. I had no idea that this wasn't known throughout the English-speaking world. It DOES take the fun out a pun when you have to have someone explain it to you.
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...known as Sir Pun Teen
That one deserves a good belt, yes? (You decide which kind.)
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Dear TEd: Once a King, always a King. But once a Knight is enough.
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But once a Knight is enough.
The Knight, before Christmas, remarked to his spouse,
"The kids are at Grandma's. We've got the whole house..."
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In the city of Moscow, there lived a communist named Rudolph. One day in late December, in what had so far been a very mild winter, the weather suddenly turned awful as Rudolph and his wife sat at their homely table drinking vodka.
"Goodness", exclaimed his wife, "snow."
"No," said Rudolph, oblivious to what fell heavily outside their window, "it's rain!"
"You may want to forestall the inevitable, but I still say it's snow," protested the wife.
"Look,", he insisted glowingly, "Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
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As I've said before, we Aussies are just simple folk.
Please explain.
Oh, and have a very merry christmas y'all!!
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Got this with a quick Google ... the note at the end was part of the entry.
Merry Christmas all!
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas
by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I 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 objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
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 up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And 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,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
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According to sources cited at University of Toronto English Library, the original 1823 version has the last two reindeer named, "Dunder and Blixem." Also according to the UTEL, this ballad was written in 1822 for Moore's two daughters, Margaret and Charity, and a year later was anonymously published in the Troy [New York] Sentinel on December 23, 1823.
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For y'all's information, and with no intention at all of being a Grinch on this day, I offer the following: "As Foster relives in Author Unknown, 'The Night Before Christmas' was first published without attribution in 1823. Years later, Moore was mistakenly credited with the poem, and he did nothing to alter that thinking, according to Foster's research. Foster says a major reason that Moore was allowed to steal 'The Night Before Christmas' was the simple fact that 'he was a Bible professor and a Bible professor wouldn't lie.' It was up to Foster, then, to determine why Moore, like a 19th-century Grinch, would claim the rights to the story. He says he found evidence, and he offers his conclusions in Author Unknown. 'Moore was a man who was pretty vain,' says Foster. 'He never felt that he got enough credit for anything. And the one thing he got credit for was this poem that he didn't write, and it made him pretty famous.'" http://www.cnn.com/2000/books/news/12/06/foster.anonymous/Ho, ho, ho! 
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I Get it, TEd, I finally Get it. (So why am I so sad.)
Here in the Bible Belt we live by a saying,
Hate the Sin, love the Sinner
Even Angels don't apply this saying to puns and punsters.
Milum.
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