Mutt
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something for the summer heat. just a christmas story. 
The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before xmas and all throught the house, were empties and butts left 'by some louse. and the best quart I hid by the chimney with care, had been swiped by some bum who found it down there.
My guest had long been poured in their beds, to wake in the mornin with GAWD-awful heads. my wife, too, was cold, with her chin in her lap, and me, I was dyin for one more night-cap.
When out from the lawn there came such a smell, I sprang to my feet to see what the hell. Away to the window I tore like a glash, fell over the table, broke a chair with a crash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, made me think of the oil bill, and all I did owe. When what to my wandering eyes did show up, but 8 little reindeer, hitched to a beer truck.
With a little old driver who looked like a hick, but I saw it was Santa as tight as a tick. Like general Grand Tanks, those reindeer they came, and he hiccoughed and belched as he called them by name.
"On schenley, on seagram, we ain't got all night, you to Haig and Haig, and you Black and White; scram up on the roof-get the hell off this wall, get going you dummies, we got a long haul"
So up on the roof went reindeer and truck, but a tree branch hit Santa before he could duck. and then in a twinkle I heard from above, A hell of a noise that was no cooing dove.
Then I pulled in my head and cocked a sharp ear. Down the chimney he cam, right smack on his rear. He was dressed in furs, with cuffs on his pants, and the way the guy squirmed, I guess he had ants.
His droll little mouth made him look a bit wacky, and the beard on his chin was stained with tobaccy. He had pints and quarts in the sack on his back, and a breath that would blow a train off the track.
He was chubby and plump, and he tried to stand right, but he didn't fool me, he was as high as a Kite. He spoke not a word but went straight to work, and missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk. -END
The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before xmas and all throught the house, were empties and butts left 'by some louse. and the best quart I hid by the chimney with care, had been swiped by some bum who found it down there.
My guest had long been poured in their beds, to wake in the mornin with GAWD-awful heads. my wife, too, was cold, with her chin in her lap, and me, I was dyin for one more night-cap.
When out from the lawn there came such a smell, I sprang to my feet to see what the hell. Away to the window I tore like a glash, fell over the table, broke a chair with a crash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, made me think of the oil bill, and all I did owe. When what to my wandering eyes did show up, but 8 little reindeer, hitched to a beer truck.
With a little old driver who looked like a hick, but I saw it was Santa as tight as a tick. Like general Grand Tanks, those reindeer they came, and he hiccoughed and belched as he called them by name.
"On schenley, on seagram, we ain't got all night, you to Haig and Haig, and you Black and White; scram up on the roof-get the hell off this wall, get going you dummies, we got a long haul"
So up on the roof went reindeer and truck, but a tree branch hit Santa before he could duck. and then in a twinkle I heard from above, A hell of a noise that was no cooing dove.
Then I pulled in my head and cocked a sharp ear. Down the chimney he cam, right smack on his rear. He was dressed in furs, with cuffs on his pants, and the way the guy squirmed, I guess he had ants.
His droll little mouth made him look a bit wacky, and the beard on his chin was stained with tobaccy. He had pints and quarts in the sack on his back, and a breath that would blow a train off the track.
He was chubby and plump, and he tried to stand right, but he didn't fool me, he was as high as a Kite. He spoke not a word but went straight to work, and missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk. -END
