T'was the night before Christmas
And all through our shack
The wind kept a whistling
Through each little crack

My sock was hung
From the mantle with care
In hopes that Old Santa
Would leave a fishing reel there

I was lying awake
On a lump in my cot
When I began to think up
A mean little plot

I jumped from my cot
And from the hooks on the wall
I grabbed my dad's shotgun
And went out in the hall

I crept down the hall
At the den I did stop
And the thing that I saw
Caused my eye-balls to pop

There by the mantle
Filling all of the socks
Was my bald headed daddy
Taking toys from a box

He spoke not a word
As he turned and saw the gun
I knew riight then
There was no need to run

Such a mad man
I never did see
As he jerked off his belt
Then used it on me

Now it's Christmas Day
As I played with my reel
I have one thing to say
Because his belt I did feel

For a Christmas that's merry
And a New Year that's bright
Make sure you stay in bed
On Christmas eve night

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