Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the Barn
In fact, not a
creature was stirring
At all on the farm
They were bedded down
warmly
In the fresh laid hay
And slept in quiet
harmony
Until the breaking of
the day
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the Barn
In fact, not a
creature was stirring
At all on the farm
They were bedded down
warmly
In the fresh laid hay
And slept in quiet
harmony
Until the breaking of
the day
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating Christmas pie
As he sat on his bum
He pulled out his thumb,
And poked himself in the eye
Eating Christmas decorations
Caused something of a
crisis
With a sore throat and
a fever
Ending with a case of Tinselitis
A famous Christmas Story
Contains a well-known
character
Who died eating
Macaroni
He’s the Ghost of
Christmas pasta
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the Mill
Nothing was stirring
As the great wheel was
still
Only the fire in the
hearth moved
As it kept away the
chill
A broken drum is the best
Christmas gift you can
get
That might come as a
surprise
But you really can’t
beat it
When Rudolph had an upset stomach
It was one of Santa
little helpers
Who came to the sick
Reindeers rescue
And gave him some
Elka-seltzer