FC: The Gangster Night Before Christmas
1: Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the crib not a creature was stirring,and thats no fib.The tube socks were hung near the heater with flare to see if Santa Clause has any presents to bare. | The G's were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of gats were stuck in their heads,and dada with his J's on and me with my caphad just settled our brains for a long winter nap.
2: when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I swagged out of bed to see what was the matter away to the window i ran like dash banged open the shutters and threw up the sash.
3: The moon on the nest of the fallen snow gave the lusture of midday to objects below when what to my gleaming eyes should appear but a ghetto sleigh and eight tiny rieghndeer.with a hiped up driver that had to much koolaid i knew in a moment that it must be st nick more rapid than ajs corridor they came and he whistled and shouted and called them by name
4: ''Now slasher! now, Crasher !now, Flasher and nixen! On Comet! On ,stupid!on, on conner and blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now flash away! flash away! Now flash away all!'' And then ina a blink i heard on the roof top The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was tuurning around, Down the chimney papa s came with bound. He was dressed all in gold,from his head to his feet And his threads were tarnished with jewels and emaralds, A bundle of guns were clung to his back and he looked like a peddler, just opening his sack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like koolaid, his noes like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the chains on his neck were as gold as gold
5: He spoke not a word, but went straight to the koolaid and then to his work And filled all the socks, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose , and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! He jerked to his pimped out sleigh, to his team gave a foshizle And away they flew like the down of a thistle. But i heared him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight, ''Gangster Christmas to all, and to all a good night