‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the cave
The monster excitedly began to shave.
His home was messed up with rocks everywhere
In hopes that St. Claws would trip anywhere.
He laid some fried bugs upon the end table
As a treat and a greeting and a card with a label.
The monster curled up on his stone cold bed
While brushing his long hair, beginning to shed.
Soon the cave started to rumble and shake
The monster jumped up, fearing an earthquake.
A giant squeezed in with its long white nails
While its sled waited outside and its 9 angry snails.
“Ha, ha, ha!”Roared the giant, “I have something for you!”
And he dropped a large bag, spreading everything askew.
Out came some coal and the monster dropped to his knees
And cried out loud, “I’ve always wanted some of these!”