The Night Before Christmas-Optix

The Night Before Christmas - Optix It was the night Before Christmas When all through the hood Not a creature was staring So everything was all good The stockings were hung By the chimney is so neat In hopes that St Nicholas Will come to our street My nerves were sturring I just couldn't get to bed My dreams and new trinkets Just danced in my head And momma in a night gown And I'm in my stalking cap Had just settled down For a long day of shopping When down on the stoop Never rose such of us I sprang from the bed To see what was up Away to the window I flew like in the hurry Through open the shutters And I noticed no club is The moon look glow Of the new fallen snow If the lustre Of midday To all the colours below When what To my wandering eyes Should bear But a miniature slay And eight little gear With a little old drivers So lively So quick I put to myself Now can't be St Nick More rapid than crackives His carriers they came And he whistled And shouted And called them all by name Now As a man We're used in a ghetto So hard My senses They are hightened So I'm always on God I Put on my glasses And I grab my all back Well if this is a fertiler I know how to handle that I've never imagined A slay like a fly So quickly I dismissed my sight As a lie But Off to the roof top The rain dear The flu With the sack full of toys And I do it in the red suit And then And I quickly I heard of on the roof Prancing and padding Of each little hoof As I drew in my head And was turning around I looked up the chimney And guess who was coming down He was dressed all in fur His shoes that little shined And all the way we've travelled Through such dirt the ground A bundle of batches He flung on his back And he looked Like a peddler Just opening up his pack His eyes How they twinkled His dimples How marry His cheeks Were tomatoes His nose Like a cherry The beard Of his chin With his wipe as he can't I put down my bed As if I've forgotten With the stump of a pipe He cunch within his teeth And the smoke It encircled his head Like a wreath I instantly got That someone was just joking So I grab this pipe And I whisper No smoking Just jolly your man I saw Yes I did With a hand believing him 'Cause I was like a little kid To placed his fat finger Infront of this lips And they turned to my cookie My milk And my lust Spoken out a word But I know to deal I got so excited 'Cause Santa is real I thought it was silent But it's emotion was strong And he wouldn't give me presents And less like got gone Slow impact in it Smiling From ear to ear My belly warm and full Bursting with Christmas tear We woke up in that morning With a yawn and a stress And no one was ready For what we saw next All the presents That I knew I would see The boxes the bows Remember that tree My mom was said Sebester what's wrong The trees The gifts Our Christmas Is gone Could it be true That my hunt just were right The tally of a man Who went bump in the night Was not Saint Nick But some sort of a pasta And now we were struck By a holyday robber Put it the play stations Of bikes TV's Intendo viestas The coats will not sleeves This expert magician Were smoother than silk He even developed my cookies and milk No I was upset That he broken our home He made one mistake He took my I phone I thanks to the inside In the brains Of Steve Jobs Find my I phone After they swing it rob And when I'm talking Weather talk to the police Thanks to technology This cats of the streets So always lock the doors And remember sleep light Merry Christmas to all And to all the good night And to all the good night