Dr.Death decided enough was enough.
He walked in and force fed Celia a christmas tree.
The process took hours, but finally, the sleeping girl stayed asleep.
What else might I do?...
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hos-(pital)
Not a creature was stirring, not even a nurse.
The stockings were hung by the dead with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of survival danced in their heads.
And Dr.Death in his birthday suit, and in a large sombrero,
Had just settled his brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like whilst he flashed,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the pies from earlier.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As he drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know Death had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned to the jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Death heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
The Death went to his work
as quick as a flash
and took all the toys away
and replaced them with hash
as he knew that the children
who would not be here long
and so getting high
would fill their world with song.
