Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house not a bin taken out, not even an ounce, The stockings were hung by EmmyLou with bed hair in hopes that King Babe soon would be there, THE CHILDREN were nestled all tucked in mums bed, While visions of The Christmas Mouse were being shared to mums thread...... with Mumma in her Latex and Babe in his cap, had just settled thier brains for a long Winters Crap, When out on the festy lawn there arose such a clatter, they sprang from thier beds to see SueLyn reading Tattle,
Away to the window Lou flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature latex dress and eight tiny Ox tails
With a little old Uber driver, so lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it must be Alove, the prick!!
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Emmylou! Now King Babe!
Now, SueLyn and Ex Uncle Cal!
On, Sage! On, Camillia!
On, Vida! and Both Leahs!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!
