TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE Natale
AND ALL THROUGH THE WORLD
NOT A COUNTRY WAS STURRING
NOT EVEN A FLYING MINT BUNNY
THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG da THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE
IN HOPES THAT ST. FINLAND SOON WOULD BE THERE
THE CHIBIS WERE NESTLED ALL SNUG IN THEIR BEDS
WHILE VISIONS OF FLAGS DANCED IN THEIR HEADS
AND IGGY IN HIS 'KERCHIEF AND I IN MY berretto, tappo
HAD JUST SNUGGLED DOWN FOR A LONG WINTER'S NAP
WHEN OUT ON THE CONTINENT THERE AROSE SUCH A CLATTER
SO I SPRANG FROM MY letto TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER
AWAY TO THE WINDER I FLEW LIKE FLASH
TORE OPEN THE SHUTTERS AND THREW UP THE SASH
THE MOON ON UKRAINE'S BREASTS OF THE NEW FALLEN SNOW
GAVE THE LUSTRE OF MID-DAY TO OBJECTS BELOW
WHEN, WHAT TO chibi EYES MUST APPEAR
BUT A MINIATURE SLEIGH AND EIGHT TINY REINDEER
WITH A LITTLE QUICK DRIVER SO LIVELY AND YOUNG
I KNEW IN AN INSTANT IT MUST BE ST. FINLAND
più RAPID THAN EAGLES (lolol) HIS COURSERS THEY CAME
AND HE WHISTLED AND SHOUTED AND CALLED THEM da NAME
"NOW FRANCE NOW SPAIN NOW GERMANY AND RUSSIA
ON CHINA ON Giappone ON AUSTRIA AND PRUSSIA (with Canadaia leading the way of course, but no one knows who the hell that is)
TO THE superiore, in alto OF THE PORCH TO THE superiore, in alto OF THE bacheca
NOW DASH AWAY DASH AWAY DASH AWAY ALL"
AS DRY LEAVES THAT BEFORE THE WILD HURRICANE FLY
WHEN THE MEET WITH AN OBSTACLE (Hungary) MOUNT TO THE SKY
SO UP TO THE CONTINENT superiore, in alto THE COURSERS THEY FLEW
WITH THE SLEIGH FULL OF TOYS AND ST. FINLAND TOO
AND THEN IN A TWINKLING I HEARD ON THE ROOF
THE "Ohonhonhon!" AND "kolkolkolkol" WITH EACH LITTLE HOOF
AS I DREW IN MY HEAD AND WAS TURNING AROUND
DOWN THE CHIMNEY ST. FINLAND CAME WITH A BOUND
HE WAS DRESSED IN ALL pelliccia FROM HS HEAD TO HIS FOOT
AND HIS CLOTHES WERE ALL TARNISHED WITH ASHES AND SOOT
A BUNDLE OF BRITISH Cibo HE HAD FLUNG ON HIS BACK
HE LOOKED LIKE A PEDDLER JUST OPENING HIS PACK
HIS EYES HOW THEY SPARKLED (<3) HIS DIMPLES HOW MERRY
HIS CHEEKS WERE LIKE rose HIS NOSE LIKE A ciliegia
HIS DROLL LITTLE MOUTH WAS DRAWN UP LIKE A BOW
AND THE SMALL BEARD ON HIS CHIN WAS WHITE AS SNOW
THE STUMP OF A CIGAR AND HELD TIGHT IN HIS TEETH
AND THE SMOKE IT ENCIRCLED HIS HEAD LIKE A WREATH
HE HAD A BROAD FACE AND A LITTLE ROUND BELLY
THAT SHOOK WHEN HE LAUGHED LIKE BOWLFUL OF MOCHI
HE WAS SKINNY AND SHORT ARIGHT JOLLY YOUNG ELF
AND I LMAO'D WHEN I SAW HIM IN SPITE OF MYSELF
A WINK IN HIS EYE AND A TWIST OF HIS HEAD
SOON GAVE ME TO KNOW I HAD NOTHING TO DREAD
HE SPOKE NOT A WORD BUT WENT STRAIGHT TO HIS WORK
HE FILLED ALL THE STOCKINGS WITH pasta AND TURNED WITH A JERK
AND LAYING HIS FINGER ASIDE OF HIS NOSE
AND GIVING A NOD UP THE CHIMNEY HE ROSE (With British Magic)
HE BOUNCED TO HIS SLEIGH AND GAVE HIS COUNTRIES (bitches) A WHISTLE
AND AWAY THEY ALL FLEW LIKE THE DOWN OF A cardo, thistle
BUT I HEARD HIM EXCLAIM AS HE DROVE OUT OF SIGHT
"MERRY Natale TO ALL COUNTRIES, AND TO ALL COUNTRIES A GOOD NIGHT"

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