'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house...
Not a creature was stirring
Since the cat ate the mouse.
By the chimney with care.
(I hung them last Christmas
And just left them there.)
All snug in his bed,
After watching the cat rip
The presents to shreds.
And ratty night cap
Had just settled my butt
For a long winter's nap.
There arose such a clatter,
I swore at the window,
"What the (blank) is the matter?"
Not a second to tarry,
All ready to throw
The noisemaker a berry.
The new-fallen snow...
And I had a moon of my own
Set to show.
Paw pointing the way
Toward eight tiny reindeer
Hitched up to a sleigh...
So cheery and quick,
I thought for a moment
That I would be sick.
His reindeer they came,
And I whistled and shouted
And called them some names--
Hey, Weiner and Turkey!
Yo, Klutzy and Mangy
And Venison Jerky!
Get away from my wall!
Now hit the road, hit the road,
Hit the road, all!
My old Buick , they fly
And head for high ground
With great fear in their eyes,
The fleabags they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys
And old Fruitcake - Breath too.
I heard on the roof
Holes in my new shingles
Made by each tiny hoof.
And a marble as well,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas
Tumbled and fell.
Cheap junk on his back
And I whispered to Floyd,
"Be prepared to attack."
His toy bag was draggin',
And I felt for a moment
Like I'd soon be gaggin'.
With a bell on his hat.
And a belt of black leather
To hold back the fat.
He clenched tight in his smile,
And the smell was like something
Had been dead for awhile.
And a little round belly
That shook when I nailed him
With a handful of jelly.
Well, actually porky,
And I laughed when I tripped him
(He looked pretty dorky).
Unable to budge.
And he tasted good , too,
If the dog was a judge.
But went straight to my work--
A noogie, a wedgie,
A cry of "You jerk!"
Aside of his nose,
With a loud cry of "Uncle!"
Up the chimney he rose.
And dragged in the toys,
Then he cried to the reindeer,
"Get me out of here, Boys!"
As a slushball I tossed,
"Happy Christmas to all,
And to all a Get Lost!"
I saw 'neath the tree
Two gaily wrapped presents--
One for Floyd, one for me.
Turned Floyd mighty chipper,
While for me was a pair
Of brand-new bunny slippers.
And hovering there,
Old Santa was winking
From his sleigh in midair...
He cried, full of cheer,
"Same to you, Pal!" I answered,
("I'll get you next year!")
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