Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a bacca was stirring, not even merome buttsex;
The head of Dex were hung on top of the pine tree with care,
In hopes that Wolfy soon would be there;
The creepypastas were all snug in their beds;
While visions of manslaughter danced in their heads;
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a chatter,
I sprung from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I ran like a flash,
Tore open the shutters,
The moon shined on the hump of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a glow of midday to objects below,
When what to my eyes seem to appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer....men?
With a little young driver so lively and quick, (hyper)
I knew in a moment she must be Wolfy
(Am not done but I will post it tomorrow and this isn't copyright maybe!!! Well bye I guess...?)
