Well it is Christmas eve here and it is snowing big fluffy flakes. Outside my window are two trees decorated with lights. And I have soft Christmas instrumental music playing in the background. It could not be perfecter. It was the night before Christmas
And all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring
Not even the cat.
When out on the lawn there rose a great smell
I rushed to the window to see what the hell
And what to my blood shot eyes should appear
But a rusty old sleigh and some mangy reindeer.
There was a little old driver (who had just been quite sick)
I said to my self, "That must be St. Nick".
On dasher, on dancer echoed his calls
Get up on the roof or I'll cut off your balls.
Well faster than eagles those reindeer did fly...
First up on the roof and then into the sky
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, its been one hell of a night.
Have a merry one |