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'Twas the night of the vistage and things were just rad The kids and the mices had silenced the pad. The footcloths were hanging right up in the air -- Anxiety told them, some good they would fare. We both had on headclothes and lay in the sack, Done boozin', We're snoozin', no warmth we did lack. When bigger than thunder came in a commotion, No longer implanted, we searched for the notion. And what we envisioned, our brain it did fry, For there was a nerd, in a cart in the sky. The animals led him in true batman style, And he hit the pads covering after a while. As I pulled in my noggin and pivoted back, The nerd, he intruded -- his threads were all black. He smoked a horn weed; his boots -- they were dated. The string at his middle was over inflated. His chin had silk threads, a muddied up white. His chuckle revealed his exotic delight. His eyes were all lit like a crack sniffin' high I felt vibes aflowin' -- he's my kind of guy! His silence was deafening, his juice glads did run. He stuffed full the footcloths, and when he was done, He stepped in the heat box, his hand on his face, And somehow, like magic, released into space. I couldn't help eyeing -- GENEROSITY FRUGAL, As he flopped in the chariot awaiting his bugle. He'd wasted no minutes, claimed no glory or pomp Left no sign of his coming 'cept the sound of this stomp. Yet the pad's full of treasures from his vistage so short, And a shadow's impacted itself on my heart. As my eyes lost his life form, I breather into sad His slide dowm my heat-vent had been rather rad. Far out sound recorded from that crazy fool "HEY MAN, YOU REMEMBER TO HAVE A COOL YULE!