Mary Christmas

'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 hear some strange noise from the living room and decide to check. Taking whatever weapon you have at and and see useful you sneek down and peek carfully into the living. Right there beneath the christmas tree knelt Santa, placing presents - it only wasn't a big fat man with a white beared but an attractive young women.