How the Chimp Stole Christmas
Posted Saturday, December 1, 2007, 8:13 PM, CST by Hank | Every Poo Down in Poo-ville Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Chimp, Who lived just North of Poo-ville, Did NOT!
The Chimp hated Christmas! The Whole Christmas season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were to tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Poos, Staring down from his cave with a sour, Chimpy frown At the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Poo down in Poo-ville beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, with his chimp fingers nervously drumming, "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!" For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Poo girls and boys Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Poos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start on Poo-pudding, and rare Poo-roast-beast Which was something the Chimp couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all! Every Poo down in Poo-ville, the tall and the small, Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Poos would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Chimp thought of the Poo-Christmas-Sing The more the Chimp thought, "I must stop this whole thing! "Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! ...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE CHIMP GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Chimp Laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Chimpy trick! "With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..." The Chimp looked around. But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Chimp...? No! The Chimp simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!" So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks On a ramshakle sleigh And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Chimp said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Poos Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Poos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care When he came to the first house in the square. "This is stop number one," The old Chimpy Claus hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, then so could the Chimp. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue Where the little Poo stockings all hung in a row. "These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the Poole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Chimp, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Poos' feast! He took the Poo-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Chimp even took their last can of Poo-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. "And NOW!" grinned the Chimp, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the Chimp grabbed the tree, and he started to shove When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Poo! Little Cindy-Lou Poo, who was not more than two.
The Chimp had been caught by this little Poo daughter Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Chimp and said, "Santy Claus, why, "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Chimp was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied, "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed. And when Cindy-Lou Poo went to bed with her cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of food The he left in the house Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Poos' houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Poos' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn... All the Poos, still a-bed All the Poos, still a-snooze When he packed up his sled, Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit, He rode to the tiptop to dump it! "Pooh-pooh to the Poos!" he was chimp-ish-ly humming. "They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming! "They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do! "Their mouths will hang open a minute or two "The all the Poos down in Poo-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Chimp, "That I simply must hear!" So he paused. And the Chimp put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Poo-ville! The Chimp popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Poo down in Poo-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Chimp, with his chimp-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! "It came without packages, boxes or bags!" And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore. Then the Chimp thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...? Well...in Poo-ville they say That the Chimp's small heart Grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! And he...
...HE HIMSELF...! The Chimp carved the roast beast!
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