Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house,

Only the crickets were chirping, instead of a mouse;

The stockings were hung on a bookshelf with care,

In hopes of candy to fill them instead of cold air.

The children were nestled all warm in their beds,

Visions of messing the house danc'd in their heads;

Mama faintly snored in her own annoying way,

While I hid my head to keep them at bay.

When out in the street arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what's the matter;

Away to the door I flew like a lance,

Grabbing my gun and a pair of jean pants.

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a big chevrolet and a long horned steer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

All I could think was this better be St. Nick.

More clumsy than a vulture his bull it came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd it many a name;

"C'mon you beef patty! Steak! You big slab of meat!

I'll get some reindeer and have you for a feast!"

So up to the house-top the courser it flew

With a chevy of gifts- and St. Nicolas too.

That's all I had parodied so far. I wish I had thought of doing this a week before instead of last night but I hope you enjoy what I have typed. :)

Merry Christmas!!!!