Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night
Santa and reindeer flew into the light  
not a gift went amiss not a sound did he make
as he slid down the chimney and arose with a quake  

with sifoned soft whistles and gregarious tee hees
he placed down the gifts just before the big flee
too late for retrieval soon he was caught
by a little wee tot who abandoned his cot

May I call you Kriss Krinkle he said with a lisp
made you some cookies, bit burnt, but their crisp
soon they were wrapped and then tucked in His sack
alongside the toys, they went clickety clack

Oh crumbs I must go, Mrs C wants me home
she covers them good with some chocolate arome
no worries my lad, next year burn some more  
my reindeer love burntys, cuz it helps when they snore !