twas the night before christmas and all through the house
the racket came booming- but not from the mouse

but the neighbors who do roar and make merry
and the santa fire truck who lays on the horn heavy
Now shut up you cunts it's time for bed
shut the fuck up or I'll kick in ya head

And as for old santa, the fat poxy slob
I hope that ya choke on Rudolfs red knob
if ya get on my roof I'll give ya a thump
if youse come back again I'll be eating fresh rump

but what of the mouse so silent and still
of young talon time
he had eaten his fill
the cute little beast gave a slight little jump
fuck off and die you flea ridden cunt