• ~^~Twas the Week before Christmas~^~

    Twas the week before Christmas, all was quiet at the pole
    when a dear Mrs. Claus took a fateful stroll
    On a deserted trail she did snake
    over the bend and around the lake.
    When she made an impromptu stop
    at the elves' nutcracker shop.
    Dumbstruck, confusion had consumed her mind
    when not one elf she could find.
    Entering the shop, whose candles had gone dim
    ominously flickering making things look grim
    What she had heard, what she found
    beyond the door was both light and sound
    When she had placed an ear to the door
    an all too familiar sound roared once more
    Then she felt an inflaming rage,
    a beast had been released from its cage.
    To the shed! To the shed! She did cry
    and on the shelf the knife did lie.
    Firmly held in hand, this very rusty knife
    was a symbol of an embittered wife.
    For the elves he had most joyously did partake
    and the marriage vows he gladly did forsake.
    The many women of "Snapped"
    would have cheered and clapped.
    For what she had done here on thence
    was give him permanent leave of absence.
    While Christmas now lay threatened,
    the fear, like a fire, had begun to spread.
    The elves had begun to fear
    for insanity was oh so near.
    While the end of Christmas seemed fated,
    a Santa robot she had created.
    Now every Christmas eve, in the dead of night
    Santa robot shining in the illuminating moonlight,
    shouts to all the world, with all his might,
    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."