'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, All the creatures were stirring, when I backed over a mouse. Later that night, after I'd put on my cap, I'd just settled down for a nice Winter's nap.
When out on the lawn I heard such a clatter, I ran down the hall to see what was the matter. As I aimed for the staircase I tripped over some toys, And fell down the steps making lots of noise.
I crawled toward the door to see what was outside, When suddenly it flung open, and an image of Santa caught my eye. I asked why he broke in rather than climb down the chimney. He said, "You'd do the same, if you were me."
As you can see, I've put on weight in the off season, With all this candy and pastries, I don't need a reason. He threw a bag full of presents into the living room, With a mighty crash, I knew the tree was doomed.
"Whoops," said Santa, "So sorry about that," "My aim's not what it used to be, I was trying to hit the cat." Santa climbed back into a large dump truck, The sleigh grounded by the FAA, he was just out of luck.
With the screeching of tires, and a cloud of smoke, He slammed into a pole as the clutch he did choke. He regained his composure and sped out of sight, He yelled "First gear is the hardest, but the rest are alright."
As I went back upstairs, and forgot about my plight, I thought "Tomorrow is Christmas, so have a good night!"
