Due
to those bastards at the Fox Network claiming a copyright, the short was unable
to play.
Instead
here is the text version.
'Twas the
night before Christmas,
And all
through the home,
Not a
creature was stirring,
'cept for
me and this poem.
My sisters
were nestled all snug in their beds,
While
visions of candy bars danced in their heads.
Then I
sprang like a spring, and snuck like a sneak,
Down the
stairs to the gifts, for just a quick peek.
When lo
and behold, what did I see?
Lisa and
Maggie had just beaten me.
I poked at
my package, and said, "This is rad,
man!"
Then
noticed Homer's shadow, he looked like a madman.
"Oh Maggie, oh Lisa, oh little Bartholomew.
Go upstairs, go right now, before I kill all of
you!"
And so
into bed we fled in a flash,
Awaiting
'til morning to open our stash.
At last,
daybreak came, and we scampered so cheerily,
While Mom
and Dad yawned and gazed at us, wearily.
For
Maggie, a pacifier. For Lisa some dolls. For me a big burp-gun which shoots
ping-pong balls. Then on came the T.V., and we started to doze through all the
exiting Christmas theme shows.
So, to those
of you groovin' on my holiday rap, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good
nap.
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