Night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a, what the hell is that noise, it’s papa snoring,

The pillow cases were placed on the lounge,

In hopes that Santa would soon be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,


While visions of
sugar plums some kind of weird new toy danc’d in their heads,

We had just settled down for a good nights sleep, after filling the pillow cases with toys and clothes

When I hear such a raucous

So out of bed I leaped and outside I rush, and what do I see

A man dressed in red on top of my roof, stealing my reindeer and sleigh display, the thieving mongrel

So the cops I call to have the thieving mongrel arrested because no goodwill towards to thieves from me.

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