It’s nice to be naughty, says Santa

With apologies (again) to Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the ‘hood

Nothing was stirring,  or  nobody could;

Stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In the hope that x- toys soon would be there;

And the  naughty were nestled all snug in their beds

Engaged in activities best left unsaid;

When outside my playroom there arose such a clatter

I arose from my slumber to see

what  was the matter;

When what to my wandering eye should appear

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer;

Twas St. Nick himself, shouting out names

All  chosen from Twitter  – to play reindeer games

Now, Renee! Now Smexy! Now Holly and Rover!

On, Alice! On Casey! On, Maria Popover!

On his back was a sack of gifts made to measure

Games played by lovers for maximum pleasure;

And I heard him exclaim, while stuffing stockings with glee

It’s nice to be naughty, or is it just me?

And he roared as the reindeer soared out of sight –

Happy Christmas to all , and to all a good night.”


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