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...
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