Twas the night before christmas, and all through the park.
Not a creature was stirring not even a bark.
The drinks were poured on the bar with care,
In hopes that customers soon would be there.
The adults were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of mulled wine danced in their heads.
And mamma with her wine, and I with my gin,
Had just settled down for a winter's night in.
When out in the park there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.