'Twas the night before Christmas.
All's quiet in the house.
I in my snuggy pajamas,
try waking up my spouse.
Shouting and prodding,
won't make him move.
I believe he's still nodding,
from a nightcap I behoove.
There's no time to waste.
I'll have to go it alone.
The North Pole can't be disgraced,
nor Christmas made to postpone.
I jump from the bed,
trying not to feel dizzy.
I must go find the sled:
fill it up in spite of my tizzy!
I've got it packed and ready to go,
just need to don suit, boots, hat & mitt.
I slip it all on and wouldn't you know:
Alas, I cry, "the Red Suit doesn't fit!"
Upon hearing my cries, elves gather 'round me.
Before wondering eyes they rip and stitch.
In a twinkling I'm able to Ho-Ho-Ho with glee!
The elves have saved Christmas without a hitch.
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