'Twas the Night before Christmas, has lots of rhymes.
But do you think the story really fits with our times?
We don't have a chimney, our socks are in the wash.
Dreaming of sugar plums? Oh my gosh!
And what's with a kerchief? Our dad wears no cap.
He snores all night, you call that a nap?
They tell us that Santa is coming tonight.
He'll be flying in here on a sleigh. YEAH, RIGHT!
When we were much younger we believed all that stuff,
Now that we're older we know it's a bluff.
This Christmas eve is not going as we wish.
So we sneak down the stairs to turn on the dish.
All involved in the movie, we wouldn't hear a mouse.
But all this clatter, meant a party at the neighbors house.
As we sprang to our feet, to see who was there.
We couldn't believe it was really reindeer.
We looked at each other, and gave out a squeak.
Someone is coming, oh what a sneak.
No it's just Dad going to the can.
No, really look, it's the fat man.
He stands by the table and looks through the house
And takes from his pocket a tiny gray mouse.
He says, "Ho, Ho Ho, I truly believe,
There must be a mouse in each Christmas eve."
His belt buckle shakes as he laughs, look at that.
My gosh this jolly old guy sure is fat.
He looks up, sees us, and gives a big smile.
He says, "I came to see you, let's talk a while.
"You're grown up kids that don't believe
That Santa Claus comes on each Christmas eve.
You let your minds be filled with doubt.
It's simple, without me the fun is left out.
"I remember the time you both sat on my knee
Smiles on your faces, eyes sparkling with glee.
Don't you remember the thrill you felt then?
With a little belief you can feel it again.
He turns as he says, "Will you please come out
here?
And there on the driveway stood eight tough reindeer.
They all nod to us and then snort in chorus,
"Who's these cool dudes now standing before us?"
As the big burley guy crawls into his sleigh.
We're both thinking, there ain't no way!
He says, "It's my new team, a real with-it crew.
I'll let HP give their names to you."
"Here's E-mail and Smiley, Micro Soft and Charley,
I'm HP, there's Copy, Surfin' and Banner.
The big guy is Santa, the North Pole's his home,
We're with him all year, we hang out in Nome."
Then they take off and fly to the roof
Tap a short rap and give a "high hoof."
All turn and shout, "Tonight reindeers rule.
The eight of us wish you a crazy cool Yule."
Then Santa shouts, "It's true some things change.
But believe in the basics." As he speeds out of range.
This Story dear folks, is so out of sight.
"Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good-Night!"
When we were much younger we believed all that stuff,
"I remember the time you both sat on my knee
