Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; You were nestled all snug in your bed; While visions of sugar-plums danced in your head; And your mom in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just fucked her brains for a long winter’s nap, -- source link