Twas the night before Christmas in Bali, and all through the huts, not a creature was stirring, not even the coconuts. The Bintang's were chillin in the fridge, with care, in hopes that St. Buddha would soon be there.
The Aussie's were nestled snug in their beds, while visions of sic swells danced in their heads. Papa in his shorts, and I in my sarong, had just settled down for a hit from the bong ( Hookah )
When out in the palm tree, 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 bamboo shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen frangipani's, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Bali deer.
"Now Palm tree! now, Banana leaf! now, Hibiscus and Papaya! On, Mango! On, Pineapple! on, Bamboo and Guava! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL :) ❤ ✦ ✧ ✩ ❤ ✦ ✧ ✩ ❤ ✦ ✧ ✩ ❤ ✦ ✧ ✩
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