Okay, maybe we can’t do this in the real world, but in the LEGO world anything can be built from anything else. ;)
Posts Tagged ‘chimney’
Photo Credit: Jameson Gagnepain
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the web,
no one was posting, not even a thread;
The MOCs were arranged in the display case with care,
In hopes that new sets would soon be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Duplo danced in their heads;
And Mamma with her dio, and I with my vig,
Had just settled down to build a thingamajig,
When out from the brick room, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the floor to see what was the matter.
Away to the brick room I flew like a flash,
As the silence was broken by a second crash.
(I had just built this really cool set,
But hadn’t taken pictures yet),
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
Built by a little man, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick,
BUT HE TORE APART MY SETS TO BUILD IT!
THAT STUPID SANTA IS SUCH A NITWIT!
My mech! My spaceship! My scale Titantic!
My heart raced and I became frantic,
“Get of here, Santa.Get out of here now,
Or I swear that I’ll kill you some way…somehow!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount up to the sky,
So out of the room Santa did fly,
Leaving me to hold my scattered parts and cry,
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof,
As I gathered my ruined creations,
I saw one of Nick’s fabrications,
It was covered in cheese slopes and 1×2 grills
(I have to admit, this guy had skills),
Gears ran inside, with axels and pins,
So I grabbed the lever and gave it a spin,
It opened up with details inside,
And hundreds of NPU’s I spied,
(Like TLC rifles used in weird ways:
E.g. minifig headgear, and ties on railways),
It was covered in rare colors like Dk tan and old bley,
And trans bricks I didn’t even know were made,
Then I called Santa back to where I sat,
“Hey Santa” I said, “let’s chat.”
He was a good builder, and a kind looking elf,
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Made me realize I didn’t want him dead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And rebuilt my sets with clicks and a smirk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He gave me some really cool stuff,
The Death Star alone was enough!
And I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Merry Brickmas, everyone!
-TheBricks, Dec. 2010
Thank you to Jameson for the photo and TheBricks for the poem.
Merry Brickmas to all and to all a good night! :)