T'was the day after Christmas and all through the valley,
Not a creature was stirring, all hidden in the alley.
The stocking were missing, taken down by the pirates,
Stealing all the treasures, and throwing them in crates.
The dinkies crouched down, behind the fur tree,
With visions of bodies and all broken at the knee.
With Ma in her gown, and I in my tailcoat,
Had just poured sauce on my plate from a gravy boat.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I jumped from my seat the silence
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