Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
(Excepting of course, Vader, who is hoping that Sophie will be stupid enough to come by the tree so he can attack her.)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there
This is kinda sad. Minimal decorations.
When what to my wondering eye did appear
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick
Something's missing. Where are the damn reindeer? The sleigh? And little is the operative term here...
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
Um - where are the presents? The elves have a lot to answer for. Or a lot to wrap.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Here's hoping you're further ahead on Christmas than I am....