Funny how traditions come into being. On All Things Anderson's first Christmas
post Phebe rewrote a Christmas classic, giving it an Andertwist. The next year
Quitty found an AC360 Nth degree, from 2003, with Anderson Cooper reading
his version of the same poem. It has become a tradition, here at ATA, to repost
both versions every Christmas .
We also would like to send along our sincere wishes for a very Merry Christmas
for you and your loved ones.
~Phebe, Quitty, Sheryn, Book Asylum, Sapphire and Cyn
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the loft,
not a creature was stirring, 'twas all quiet and soft.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Anderfans were nestled at home, in their beds,
while visions of Anderson danced in their heads.
And Andy in his PJ's with Molly on his lap
had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
When outside the loft there arose such a clatter,
Andy sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Thinking a news story was about to be broken,
He knew what to do, no words need be spoken.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave just enough light to broadcast a show,
he'd need a film crew, there must be a way,
But wait, what was that, a miniature sleigh?
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Andy thought for a moment it must be St. Nick.
But he knew he was wrong the closer they came,
Who was that whistling and shouting out names?
"Now Miles! Now Larry! Now, Erica you vixen!
On, Rob! On, Chad! On Sanjay, Wolf 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,
Anderson knew what to do from watching the sky
so up to his penthouse the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and oh my God, Aaron Brown, too!
And then, in a twinkling, Andy heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As he drew in his head and was turning around,
down the chimney Aaron 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 resumes he had flung on his back,
and he looked like an unemployed newscaster just opening his sack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Aaron asked if newspaper headlines were still being read ,
AC said no, that and Nth degree are gone, buried, dead.
The bump music has changed, as have the sets,
Aaron smiled and said "All is good, I've no regrets".
My golf game is aces since I've been put on the shelf,
and Andy laughed when Aaron said that, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Let Anderson know he had nothing to dread.
Aaron said with a sigh "I'm still out of work,
but don't you feel bad, it's Klein that's 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!"