It was the night before,
the elves knew the score.
But they all got drunk,
fell asleep in their bunk.
Santa came in huffing
by the time he finished puffing,
the elves were up and ready.
Santa worked their behinds
all through the night sturdy.

Even his reindeer pitched in,
right after the elves begin.
Eveyone but Rudolf was there,
he was off shining his nose somewhere.
Finally they all finished,
Santa's big sleigh was replenished.

The elves hit the bottle again,
Santa got him a shot of gin.
They all got drunk,
then hit the bunk.
Rudolf still hadn't showed his face,
because he was a drunken disgrace.

Santa didn't make his date,
even his elves woke up late,
so goes this years holiday fate.

Scrooge awoke from his dream,
then gave out a big scream.

Dam I was only dreaming,
I'm so mad I'm steaming.
All those little brats,
need to be beat with bats.
If it was left up too me,
Christmas never would be.

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