*Nsync style
Jenna Henderson
contest winner
It was the night before Christmas,
10 below zero and snowy,
the *NSYNCers were fast asleep,
except for Joey.
Their doors were locked,
for their had fear,
that a mob of screaming fans,
could be anywhere near.
There laid Busta,
at the foot of Chris's bed,
with visions of dogbones dancing in his head.
There was Justin in his boxers,
and JC in his thong,
who had fell fast asleep,
after listening to one of Britney's songs.
When outside of the mansion,
there was a loud noise,
of many screaming girls,
and a few boys.
Away to the window,
Joey went to see,
if there were any attractive girls
with the potential as his bride to be.
"Guys wake up,
there's another crowd,
lets get Lonnie,
their getting really loud!"
Lance rolled over,
and Justin groaned,
JC drooled
and Chris moaned.
"I don't want to get up!"
"Joey go back to bed!"
"It's two in the morning!"
"What's wrong with your head?"
So, Joey decided that he'd handle it himself,
he walked down the hall and ran into the shelf.
"Why does this always happen to me?"
He rubbed his eyes so he could see.
He gathered his coat, gloves, and hat,
then opened the door and grabbed the bat.
"Go back to bed,
no autographs tonight,
we're trying to sleep!"
He said with might.
But no one heard what Joey had said,
they were watching Santa fly in his sled.
There was Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donder and Blizten,
and Rudolph too, the leader of the pack,
followed by Santa with his huge toy sack.
"Santa, Santa, I'm your biggest fan!"
Yelled Joey who was jumping and pointing at the man.
Santa smiled and landed his sled,
with Rudolph lighting the mansion in red.
All the children rushed over to see,
Santa, the reindeers, their toys to be.
Busta and the guys had come out,
to see what all the noise was about.
"Dude, that's Santa!" Chris shouted with glee,
"I told you he was real, now you believe me?"
"Of course I'm real,
why wouldn't I be?
I know what you've been up to...
you've been a good boy I see."
"Here you go,
Merry Christmas boys,
I figured you were a little old for toys.
You must be tried,
so go back to bed,
see you next year,
...I'll be the one in red."
He snapped his fingers,
and the children disappeared,
there wasn't any more noise,
for as long as they could hear.
He whistled and shouted,
pulled on the reign,
"Let's go Rudolph,
It's almost morning in Spain!"
The boys waved their friend good-bye,
until he could no longer be seen in the sky.
They went back to bed and awoke later on,
to the sound of the radio someone had turned on.
"Earlier this morning, there had been a reported sight,
of Santa and his reindeer in their around the world flight.
Who knows if the stories really true,
is Santa real, you must be a believer, are you?"
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Winners list:
Aaron Pearcey: Poem - Homework Blues
Jenna Henderson: Poem - *Nsync Style
Kelly Flower: Untitled limerick
Beth Byrd: Poem - Is It Me?
Corey: Untitled poem
Kristine Millard: Short Story - The Mall
Eve Forster: Short Story - Bustle
Mistee: Short Story - Going Home
Brooklyn Soden: Four haikus about spring
Sarah Gustin: Short Story - The Greater Gift
