AnOrdinarySonicFan

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, and the women who occupied them were there.

Gags placed snugly around their heads

They seriously wished the guy who did this was dead

And Amy in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the base there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I ran like The Flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon (Busted in half) on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a mi...

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny robotic rein-deer