Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the city
Not a guca was stirring, not even that shitty
Little witch girl from a whole city away,
I've hated that bitch since she showed up that day.
The girls were nestled all snug in their homes,
Night terrors of witch hunts eliciting groans.
And Akiko in her straitjacket , and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see, "fuck's the matter?"
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the light of mid-day to objects below.
When, what would be there in the middle of winter,
But a dumb little sleigh, and eight shitty familiars.
With a hideous fuckin' driver, and a sense like a witch,
I knew in a moment it must be THAT bitch.
More rapid than ravens her monsters they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Ugo! now, Jho! now, Mura and Winson!
On, Onmur! On, Ube! on, on Gadjo and Toaster!
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 monsters they flew,
With the sleigh full of evil, and that witch girl too.
And then, in a whirlwind, I heard on that level
The stomping and pawing of each little devil.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney that bitch came with a bound.
She was dressed all in red, from her head to her feet,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and grief.
A bundle of seeds she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a demon, jesus christ what the fuck.
Her eyes-how they glowered! her pupils how scary!
Her cheeks were deadly pale, her face made me wary!
Her cruel little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on her head was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe she held tight in her teeth,
And the grief it encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a broad face that when she looked my way
Gave me cold shivers, god why, go away!
She was an ugly old chump, a right creepy old whore,
And I yelled when I saw her, right away I transformed!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had yet more to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all my pockets, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose!
She sprang to her sleigh, to her gremlins gave a shout,
And away they all flew; what the fuck was that about?
That night the town heard me exclaim, 'ere I shouted after her in a whirl,
"God damn it, fuck you, you shitty witch girl!"