Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
You were nestled all snug in your bed;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in your head;
And your mom in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just fucked her brains for a long winter’s nap,