YEETmas carol

Twas the night, well, you know, before Christmas But this night will go down as a farce For our dear old friend Saint Nickolas Was clearly drunk off his arse He stumbled his way through the snow His belly as big as a keg "Too much nog" he thought to himself "Perhaps not enough egg" He dragged his massive sack (of gifts!) Straight the top of the hill Wandering why he chose to work In the midst of winter chill With a big swing and a bigger grunt Santa chucked the bag at his sledge Missed the damn ...