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133 lines
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'Twas the night before Christmas
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And all through the house,
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Things were real mellow...
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Even Irving, the Mouse.
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Our boots were hung up,
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The incense was lit,
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In hope that St. Nick
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Would soon do his bit.
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The tree was decked out;
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It was really a sight,
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With love beads and flowers
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And a flashing strobe light.
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Wearing my T-shirt
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From Woodstock Nation,
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I was getting into some good meditation.
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And my chick was doing some yoga in bed,
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munching a fruit cake,
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While propped on her head.
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Then...pow!!...in the night...
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...a hullabaloo!
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It shook the waterbed
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And woke up old Blue.
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I stumbled around
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And tripped on my beard.
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It stuck to my toes
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And felt really wierd.
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When I got to the window,
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I was really uptight,
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'cause the scene I perceived
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Was a mind blowing sight!
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What through my shades
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Did I see through the snow,
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But eight tiny mooses
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And a wild U.F.O.!
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With this hip dude inside,
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Looking kinky and groovy...
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I flashed..."If this ain't Nick
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It must be the late movie."
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They blew in from the cosmos
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Like some far-out caboose
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And this fat cat kept yelling
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At each midget moose:
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"Right on, Dasher! On, Dancer!
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GET IT ON...DO YOUR THING.
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Get your bods in high gear, now,
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And move this machine!"
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Then onto the roof
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They flew with a shout,
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The whole Cosmic Crew
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Really freaked me out!
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They caused such a hassle
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And made such a fuss,
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I thought someone would call
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The fuzz down on us.
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But before I could say, "COOL IT!...
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HOLD DOWN THAT LOUD JIVE,"
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Nick zapped toward the chimney
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And leaped in with a dive!
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As he trucked from the fireplace,
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His smile all agleam,
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I thought, "ITS UNREAL!
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It must be a dream!"
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Then he nodded and said,
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"This isn't a bummer...
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Like, I've come in peace,
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To groove my Yule Number."
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His duds were all fur,
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Trimmed in leather and such
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And he came on stone funky...
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...he was really too much.
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His back pack was painted
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With black light festoon,
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Full of albums and posters
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And a neon balloon.
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His eyes, a light show!
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His beard, da-glo bright!
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A plastic, fantastic,
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Kaleidoscope sight!
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He looked like a guru,
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This beautiful cat...
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...I thought, like, wow!
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...This dude knows where its at!
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"Don't want to sound heavy,"
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He said with a grin,
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"My message is simple
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So dig it, tune in."
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"I brought you some goodies,
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But that's not the thing.
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My real trip is bringing
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Good vibes to this scene."
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So we rapped until dawn
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About Peace, Love and Truth,
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Then he said, "Gotta split, now,
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Or I'll be late in Duluth."
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He wiggled his nose and said,
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"I did my bit"
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And straight up the smoke hole
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This fat cat did split!
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As he sped from the roof
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And into the air,
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He shouted, "Let's get it together,
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All you people down there!"
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"Merry Christmas To All
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And to all a Good Night!"
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And then in a flash,
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He streaked outta sight!
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