On the tenth day of Christmas,

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the Internet
Not a creature was stirring, except for that troll's mouse

All the sweater vests were hung from torsos with care
in hopes that Saint Fiacre* would soon knit there.

When up on the roof there arose such a clatter
of you and your siblings engaging in some holiday drunken chatter.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

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* the patron saint of knitting.. No, I did not make that up.