Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Terry was tipsy and so was the mouse.
Son back from the toy store,
Tucked tight into bed;
Terry just logged back on
To writing dot com.
And what should appear
Before her eyes so red?
But a big, fat man,
Crash landing on her bed.
He filled the stockings
With gps galore, and a
Playstation three, for
The son she adores.
She heard him exclaim,
As he rode out of sight,
"It's beautiful souls like you
Who make my night!"
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