[GWN7]

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house,
not a creature was stiring except me and the big hairy one; that no one could confuse with a mouse;

My socks were spead all over the floor,
along with my jeans which were hung on the door;

The chidren are all gone,
grown up and all moved on;

The next line is about Mama and her kerchief,
we will leave that one alone cause all it would do is cause grief;

This morning my alarm arose me with such a clatter,

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

Away to the bathroom I stumbled like a drunk,

Tore open the shower curtains and threw up like a punk;

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wobbly eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

I knew then,

I was hallucinating again;

So I took all the meds my Dr. prescribed this week,

and I crawled back to bed for the sleep that I seeked;

Now there is a whole bunch more about what Santa looked like,

But I need a nap again, so I'm out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."