‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the store
Not a diamond was stirring, not even a pearl
The studs and bracelets were snug in their beds
While visions of thrilled women danced in their heads
The stockings were stuffed with diamonds and hung by the fire with care
And soon would be opened with joy to be shared
Myself and my co workers had had it at last
So we opened some vodka to have one last blast
To all of our wonderment what did finally appear?
But a tiny little elf and eight tiny reindeer
With a wink and a nod he sprang from his sled
And joined in our toast with a shake of his head
As we hugged and shook hands we finally did hear
“Merry Christmas to ALL and a Happy New Year”
With apologies to Clement C. Moore.
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