Twas the night before Christmas

　　And all through the north

　　One thousand Yetis were howling

　　With terrifying force.

　　Only one man knew how

　　To slay these foul beasts,

　　And make it home in time

　　For his wife`s Christmas feast.

　　Known by many names,

　　Most often one single,

　　But he preferred to be called,

　　Jolly old Kris Kringle.

　　He stared into the snowThe narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

　　Hefting his great axe,

　　An ancient family gift

　　Adorned with Holly and mistletoe branch.

　　"On Donner!" He bellowed

　　Mounting his great reindeer

　　Headed for the caves

　　To spread "Christmas cheer"

　　He flew like the wind,

　　A blur through the night

　　Yelling streams of war cries

　　Preparing to fight.

　　At last he arrived

　　At the home of his foes,

　　He announced his presence

　　With a mighty "Ho Ho!`

　　Awaiting at the door

　　He was approached by a beast

　　Whom he faced with his axe

　　Ready to make it deceased.

　　The beast met him with a howl

　　And Santa charged in turn

　　Severing the beast`s head,

　　And getting blood on the ferns.

　　Upon the beast`s death

　　He was replaced by a friend

　　A friend of the yeti

　　Who wanted revenge.

　　Santa gave a hearty chuckle

　　And as you might suppose,

　　He swung his great axe,

　　And up the chimney it rose.

　　As the beast toppled over

　　Santa roared with all his might,

　　"Merry Christmas motherfuckers,

　　I own this night!"