Entry 6
By: weasleytwinsROCK

'Twas the night before Christmas, and in The Burrow
Mrs Weasley was knitting. Three hours to go...
Her sons, even the twins, were asleep in bed.
Her husband was blearily shaking his head.
With a yawn and a grumble, Molly put down
her knitting, and stood up with a sleepy frown.
With a quick flick of her wand the whole room went black
And she trod up the stairs, presents in a sack.
Little did Molly know, but the house was not still
Two identical figures at their window sill.
Were waiting in silence for the house to sleep .
Once it was silent, out their room they did creep
Down into the kitchen, the Weasley twins sneaked
Whilst both carefully jumping the floorboards that creaked
Whilst Fred stood beside, a whisper of ‘awesome’
With a smirk and a grin, George whipped out a dungbomb
The twins sneakily placed it under their Aunt’s chair,
As Fred said ‘The old bat could do with a scare’
Then, as fast as they could, without making much noise
Fred and George scampered upstairs to wait for their toys;
The Weasleys would open their presents next morning,
And Molly would spot that the twins were both yawning
Molly, as their mother, was used to all their pranks
But, maybe for once, this time, she’d give them thanks
Christmas wasn’t much fun with Muriel around,
But there was a way, one Fred and George had both found
The sky faded lighter, morning was coming
And the Weasleys were waking up, merrily humming
The morning was happy, ’til a knock on the door;
Arrival of Muriel started much more...
As the family finally sat down for lunch
Something near old Muriel went off with a ‘Crunch’
And the whole room was filled with a cloudy green smoke,
The Dungbomb was causing the old woman to choke!
With a squeal of glee, Fred and George both ran,
Dodging their Mother’s aim with the frying pan
Great Aunt Muriel shrieked, running fast from the room.
With an angry glare Molly gave the twins a broom
Fred and George cleaned for the rest of the whole day
But, really, that was only a small price to pay
For the fact Aunt Muriel wouldn’t come back;
Fred and George had finally caused their Aunt to crack.
And even as their Mum sent them early to bed,
She whispered ‘Thanks’ as she kissed her boys on the head.
‘That was so awesome’ George whispered, settling down,
But as Fred’s reply came, he gave a small frown
‘But this means we can’t prank Muriel next year...’
‘But Fred,’ Molly said, ‘she won’t come again, dear.’
And with a small smile, their Mum turned out the light,
The twins grinning; they’d beat their Aunt in the fight
‘Twas the night after Christmas, and in their beds
Fred and George were sleeping, resting their heads.
Yet somewhere in distance, someone was screaming.
Aunt Muriel had found some more dungbombs steaming.
In her hat....