A Visit to Denny’s

dennys:

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when inside the Den’
a waiter was stirring, a shake with a grin.
The pancakes were browning, on the stovetop with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The patties were nestled, all snug in their buns,
waiting to be held, betwixt fingers and thumbs.
The silverware in napkins, the places with mats,
the Denny’s was gorgeous, wherever one sat.
When out in the parking lot arose such a clatter,
the cook sprang from the kitchen and said, “what’s the matter?!”
Off to the doors he flew like a flash,
pushed on their handles, outside he dashed.
The parking lot lights on the new-fallen snow,
gave the luster of mid-day to cars parked below.
When what to the cook’s eyes should appear?
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. 
With a chubby old driver, so ruddy and thick,
he knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Faster than our servers his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the Denny’s! to the top of the wall!
Now feast away! feast away! feast away all!”
So up to the Denny’s the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
The cook ran back in, and was turning around,
when down the chimney St. Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet,
bellowed “Boy am I hungry! Boy am I beat!”;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
he looked like a grandpa waiting for a snack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like jelly, his nose like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow
and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
A menu he held tight in his hands,
his tummy rumbling with hunger demands;
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
the waitress laughed when she served him, in spite of herself;
A wink of his eye and a lick of his lips,
he prepared to inhale all the pancakes we flipped. 
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
ate each item on the menu, then let out a burp! 
Wiping bacon grease from aside his red nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yapping,
and away they all flew, well-fed and so happy.
But I heard him exclaim, leaving Denny’s soft light— 
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" 

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(via dennys)

dibellanyx:

At Dennys rn holla at me get me free food

not a bad strategy, did anyone answer the call?