It was the night before the night before Christmas
My geese were getting fat
I dug out my gloves
and my old red velvet hat
It looked like it was time again
To get the reindeer out
To take the sleigh and presents up
And deliver them all about
But what was that, that clinking sound
I hear as I mount my sled
The sound of whisky being poured
Bugger It, I'll just stay home instead
