So Self_resqing_princz thinks they got home yesterday, I think that they might be home today and buzz1121 thinks it's possible that they're torturing us and possibly staying a few days longer... Time will tell! Funny how when they're home we all want them to hurry up and get to WDW and when they're in WDW all we want is for them to hurry up and get home!
It's like Nebo's our grown up version of Santa! A little less hair, but hey, close enough! And maybe no visions of sugar plums, but rather sugared rum. And no sleigh, but he does have his trusty Santa Fe!! You get the gist.
'Twas the night before Nebo returned from afar,
Not a DISer was stirring, from Nebo’s TR;
The refresh button was clicked again and again,
In hopes that Nebo ‘n Smidgy soon would be in;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Been there since seven. A TR’s to be read!
And mamma with her laptop, and I with my pad,
Had just settled down for a read, weren’t we glad!
When out in Chicago there came such a clatter,
I sprang to the ‘puter to see what was the matter.
Away to the DIS site I typed like a flash,
It was slow and I prayed ,”Man don’t let it crash.”.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
That line was left in to see if ‘breast’ would go,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a small Santa Fe, all loaded with beer,
With a one-eyed old driver, cranky and slow,
I knew in a moment it must be Nebo.
More rapid than eagles his car it came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called out bad names;
"Now, Darn it! now, Dang it! My hands are all calloused!
I can’t see from one eye! And need a good dentist!”
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
”Stop Nebo! Stop Nebo! You’ll have another fall!"
So up to the house our two heroes they flew,
With the car full of booze, and vicodans too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on my screen,
The tapping and pecking of DISers so keen.
”Are they back? Are they back?” was buzzing around,
While back in Chicago, Nebo fell to the ground.
He was dressed all in fur, from his neck to his knees,
’Cause it’s cold in Chicago compared to Disney;
His eyes -- how they twinkled! Well… one eye at least!
His cheeks were like roses, that wind’s a beast!
He was tired of driving and wanted a bed,
He had hair on his chin and yet none on his head;
He speaks not a word, but goes straight to his work,
And turns on the ‘puter; then turns with a jerk,
And while the trip in his mind is still quite ripe,
He sits at the keyboard and I hope he does type;
”Hello all! We’re back! We hope you are well,
‘Cause boy oh boy! We've got a story to tell!”
Welcome Home Nebo and Smidgy!
Don't say you weren't warned!
AMEN!
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waiting not so patiently..... are they back yet?? how 'bout now? I can't wait to hear all about it.
I love the spin on "Twas the Night....", Nebo style! 
