Twas the Night Before Xmas in China

Twas the Night Before Yuletide in China

Totally Awesome Picture of the Week 54*

A Visit from the Earplugs as well as Beer Man

Twas the night before Yuletide as well as all by the city,
Not the prostitute was motionless, not even the un-pretty.
The sausages hung from the wires with care,
In hopes which Sheng Dan Lao Ren shortly would be there.

The foreigners were huddled all cold in their beds,
While visions of elsewhere danced in their heads.
And the fighting couple as well as howling cat,
Had just staid in to the droning racket.

When out in the bike play ground there arose such the clatter,
I rolled from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we shuffled similar to the fool,
Knowing whatever it was wouldnt be cool.

The travel flare upon the frost of the aged rotting trash,
Gave the dash of midnight to the gutters AM stash.
When, what to my tired eyes should appear,
But the transport piled high with earplugs as well as beer!

The small aged puller, clothes layered upon thick,
I knew in the impulse which it competence be the trick.
Too great to be true, we thought to myself,
As we legalised the right away resting, dirty, focussed elf.

In annoy of my doubts, we called out to him,
Hey mister, for all of it, duo shao qian?
His eyes how they twinkled! His voice so pure!
His fingers trembled, all lao wai, have been we sure?

The branch of the fume held tight in rotting teeth,
Released clouds similar to the dragon from the man beneath.
His face was slim as well as coated in stubble,
With hands all scraped, swollen, as well as fetid of trouble.

I nodded my head yes, which is correct.
With those words his behind became erect.
A laugh grew slowly from impertinence to cheek,
I yawned as well as hoped hed answer this week.

Ok, lao wai, Ill give we the bargain,
And ! he began spewing his salesman jargon.
Stop! we yelled. Cut to the chase!
Then we knew what to do from the demeanour upon his face.

Er bai wu! we offered, meaningful it to be crazy,
From there, the night gets the small hazy.
I lowered the basket as well as brought up the gear,
And when we paid him the money the laugh spread out to his ears.

He couldnt thank me sufficient as we returned to my room,
A beer or two later he came behind with the boom.
Baijiu as well as fireworks! He yelled with glee,
Demanding we come to the travel to see.

So the night carried upon well in to the morn,
And somehow, sometime, my jacket was torn.
All we remember of his final goodbye,
Is, Happy Yuletide to all, as well as to all the lao wai!

*This is the anniversary repost originally written as well as posted upon Yuletide eve 2008.