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Show Th fJigfatsunv Csfore Christie 'Twas the night before Christmas Christ-mas and all thru the house Not a nip for poor papa not a crumb for the mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care But they knew very well that he wouldn't be there. The kids had been scrubbed and tucked in their beds But it sure wasn't sugar plums danced thru their heads. While Ma on her Serta and me on my straw Had just settled down to a long night of blaa. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang frot.. my bed to see what was the matter. I got to the window, threw open the shutter And there in the moonlight was that guy in his cutter. And hooked to that rig was a buck and a doe And two little fawns, just rarin to go But the language he used on those poor little deer Well, I just couldn't repeat it, especially not here. Then finally he shouted "On Dancer - On Prancer- On Agnew and Nixon" Get up on that house or your heads'll need fixin. Then they flew in the air and went plumb out of sight And I surely was figgerin they'd gone for the night. But as I stood there aghast like a simple galoof The deer and the cutter came down thru the roof. And there was old Santa so cheery and bright I just couldn't believe I'd see such a sight. He went to the stockings and fiddled around Not saying a word, not making a sound. Then he looked at me with a scowl on his face And he said to his buck "Lets , get out of this place." So he climbed in his cutter and used some more slang And up thru the roof went the whole shebang. |