Merry Christmas dear casualties
all young and all old.
Tis time for a story
that's never been told.
It was the night before Christmas;
no this isn't a phony.
This is a tale of a Saint Nicktonyous.
A Pony Town pony!
With 8 hauling reindeer
pulling his sleigh,
so he may give gifts
on this wonderous day.
All the small horses
all slumbering so.
All sleeping because
Santa always will know.
He sees through your roofs.
He looks through your walls.
Time for his first house!
Yay cookies! Holy balls!
Santa loves cookies.
His most favorite treat!
Getting crumbs in his beard
any time he would eat.
Yes! They left out cookies!
Deliciously so!
But alas they were chocolate.
Oh heavens... oh no...
Not oatmeal? Not raisin?
This must be a fluke!
They gave chocolate cookies!
I'll give them
a nuke.
He opened his sleigh
to drop his first present.
Nuclear power!
A gift that's most pleasant.
The heat melted snow,
and all of their homes.
The cookies were gone,
and so were their bones.
Alas dear casualties,
this story must end.
For Santa's foul actions
I cannot defend.
Have a great season
spent with family and friends.
The video's over.
It all comes to an end...s