Thread:Thunderbird3InternationalRescue/@comment-25600892-20180521213658/@comment-33744259-20180529201328

Okay then:


 * At the part, James and Felix could tell their own take of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas in alternating verses (meaning, James reading one verse and Felix reading the other) that could go like this (BTW, you might find a Beatles reference in it):

'Twas the afternoon before Christmas, and all through the grotto, Not a creature was fighting, not even a hippo. The underpants were hung by the sofa with care, In hopes that St. Bob soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their futons, While visions of sugar-cookies danced in their nostrils. And auntie 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 futon to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, swung open the shutters, and shot up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-weekend to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? But a gigantic jeep, and eight tiny pigs.

With a little old driver, so lively and sore, I knew in a moment it must be St. Greg. More rapid than goat his pigs they came, And he whistled, and laughed, and called them by name; "Now, John! Now, Paul! Now, George and Ringo! On, Micky! On Mike! On, Peter and Davy! To the top of the porch! To the top of the barn! Now run away! Run away! Run away all!"

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 barrel St. Bob came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they stunk! His dimples, how stiff! His thumbs were like baseball bats, his belly like a watermelon!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the underpants, then turned with a jerk. And laying his thumb aside of his tongue, And giving a nod, up the barrel he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a holler, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good afternoon!"