Twas The Night Before Christmas (Rewritten)Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, 'cept Chvies eating a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
With the Ice king spying on a princess' underwear
A family were nestled, and I snugged in my bed,
While visions of tofu buns danced on my of the head.
And blommie's in her 'kerchief, and Bit's in his cap,
asleep with their calculating brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the stump there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a banshee born,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the steel corn.
The moon on my breast, not on the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes shouldn't be there,
But a burlap sack, and a dancing penguin Gunther.
With a little old driver, so lively and thin,
I knew in a moment it must be Ice King.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and cal
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