‘Twas the night before Christmas 
And everything was dandy
Just ask Andy 
All the people were up
With jobs to feed their pups
Christmas had left out the door
The meaning was gone just like the poor
We squandered and squabbled 
They flibbled and gibbled
The meaning was lost to time
Just like that pantomime 
The fellowship was broken
The stars were sad in Hoboken 
With no tales to tell 
And none to ring the bells
Christmas had become no more
Than December twenty fifth.