It came upon a midnight clear.
With a bottle of wiskey and a 40 oz. of beer.
As childern dream of santas sleigh.
And scurry to bed in wait of that special day.
I'll be up all night joyfully drinking.
All the Christmas food will have my bowels a stinking.
How many will I have?
One or four?
I will find out as I hit the floor.
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