Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
a man in the shadows
krept like a mouse.

He stood there silently
with a knife in his hand,
in the shadows he hid
as he watched the man.

He flew like a flash
and rose such a clatter,
as he bashed the man's head in
releasing grey matter.

This evil fiend
made his quick escape,
as he flew up the chimney
with the swish of his cape.

With a ho ho ho
on dona, on blitzen,
he worked through his naughty list
the kids who don't listen.