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Twas the 1920 before Christmas, and all through the strip club,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a bear.
The bras were hung by the sofa with care,
In hopes that St. Kenny soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their leg lamps,
While visions of sugar-chocolates danced in their fingers.
And pimp in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
condemned open the shutters, and wore up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-millennium to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a special toast, and eight tiny hippopotami.

With a little old driver, so lively and karkalicous,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Kenny.
More rapid than bats his hippopotami they came,
And he whistled, and flirted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Kenneth! Now, Dildo and Vixen!
On, Karkat! On Pug! On, Thong and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the trumpet!
Now hiss away! Hiss away! Hiss away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the sofa St. Kenny came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they juggled! His dimples, how stoned!
His dicks were like headphones, his sideboob like a dixon cider!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the bras, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his nipple aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the sofa he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a moan,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good 1920!"