Twas the night before pudding
When all through the fridge
No milk was stirring, not even a smidge
The condiments were placed in the door shelf with care
In hopes they would sleep with no stuffies in there
The children were sleeping beside the big tree
With dreams of an Xbox and maybe a Wii
And George in his helmet and Smurfy in his lap
Had just got out of bed. No time for a nap.
When back in the kitchen pots and pans fell
It was a miracle the boys didn’t yell
Away to the fridge George skated with glee
“It’s pudding time for everyone!” he yelled with Smurfy
The milk in the door of the fridge lay still
Reflecting the fridge light onto the windowsill
“Get out the cornstarch, and grab me a beer!”
But Smurfy knew better, and found a root beer.
With a Smurf in the kitchen and a George on the shelf
Someone might have thought they were Santa’s elves.
The boys gave a stir and George almost fell
But Smurfy caught him and noticed the smell
“The milk has gone bad! It’s awful! It’s turned!
I can’t bear to smell it! Make sure it’s burned!”
To the edge of the sink the pair carried the jug
And poured out the milk into Snuffles’ mug
As the two sat down wondering next what to do
George looked in the cupboard and found some glue
“Let’s glue Snuffles’ mug to the side of the sink
Then he’ll scream and shout and go find Link”
And then they decided they better be nice
For Santa was coming and he wouldn’t come twice
As the pair tried to scheme
They both turned to the right
It was Santa Claus!
Coming in from the night
He was wearing all black
Which they both felt was odd
Because they had not a chimney
This man was no god
But he brought them some dairy
Exactly what they did need
Pudding would happen
They would both get to feed
The milk how it flowed! The white in the dish!
Smurfy stirred round and round like a fish.
The cornstarch was added just at the right time
And the pudding was thickened without a bad rhyme
The butter, the sugar, the vanilla teaspoon
All of them mixed together so soon
But we cannot forget the best one of all
Cocoa, or it’s not chocolate pudding at all
The microwave hummed while George looked around
For bowls and Cling Wrap soon to be found
They carefully poured the hot pudding together
Pudding is the best no matter the weather
They spoke not a word but went straight to the fridge
And put in the puddings as Smurfy made a bridge
And closing the fridge door the bridge went kaboom!
And all of the stuffies got up from their room
They sprang to the tree, the boys were up too
And so much excitement was felt by the two
And I heard them exclaim as they opened the door
“Happy Pudding to all! And to me a lot more!